So I’m thinking maybe I’ll set up a blog called Shelley! One could make a career of it, the woman is fairly awash in interesting thoughts, gorgeous photos—very talented photographer—stimulating comments, fab links.
Whoa. Could it be … am I …is this … following ?
Naw, what I am is a fan, a true fan.
Besides, I kinda doubt Shelley totes up Followers; she undoubtedly loathes the concept as much as do I—as does anyone in their right mind—and, really (you could at least pretend surprise) I make a piss-poor follower.
Somebody, fill me in. Was it Twitter that started the whole Follow thing? … Scoble? … Facebook? (Gee thanks, Zucky, but I already did adolescence.)
I think it was a big mistake, opening Fuckbook, sorry, Facebook, to adults. As Shelley says,
I bet if we did a count of how many times people use the many applications they install, or how often people continue to use Facebook after the initial ‘gee wiz’ phase, we wouldn’t be talking about it being worth billions. Or even millions.
Hell, the upcoming Facebook debacle may usher in the Big Burst of the Dot Com Bubble, Ought Eight.
Hey, I’ve been right before.
Following Sea: A dangerous sea conditions in which the direction of the waves and swells is the same direction that the boat is moving.
Oh lord. Just found this on Valleywag:
Less than three months after Robert Scoble declared, “Facebook is the modern day rolodex,” the blogger is lamenting the social network’s contact limitations. “Damn I wish I hadn’t locked my rolodex in this trunk.”
Bye, Marky-Mark.
