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Your MOM's Face(book)

Permalink 12/14/07 at 10:19:48 am, by Ed, 135 words   English (US)
Categories: General

When is it time to move on? There are too many social networking sites on the Internet right now. It's a mini-bubble, and they're all growing and competing for... what? I don't pay Facebook for the privilege of showing my profile to the world. I never click on ads anywhere online.

But all of the social networking sites are competing anyway, and adding more and more "functionality" and they're getting more customizable to the point that everything looks like a Geocities page from 1995. This isn't your mom's Facebook. It's your mom's mY fIrSt WeBpAgE.

And speaking of which, when your mom does get on Facebook, do you think it's time to move on? Yeah, Mom, I'm talking to you. In a light-hearted jocular manner, don't get me wrong. I don't want to incur your wrath.

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I'm glad you're just kidding...about the W3bPAG3 thing....heh.
03/14/08 @ 13:43

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