Why is it that on Facebook’s Bejeweled Blitz, four out of the top five on my friends’ list are female humor bloggers?
The fifth, currently in second place, also is a humor blogger: Lincoln McCardle of Canucklehead.
Is this God’s idea of a joke? Or Mark Zuckerberg’s?
You may think this is funny, oh, Facebook Creator, but I don’t.
Facebook Pet Peeve #1: Friends who don’t talk to you but talk to everyone else. Recently, I took one of those stupid quizzes: “How well do you know…” of an ex-friend of mine from elementary and high school. He answered everyone else around him but didn’t say word one to me. I say, “ex-friend of mine,” because I kicked him, profile and quizzes, to the curb.
Facebook Pet Peeve #2: Friends who live on the same street as you IRL but won’t talk to you IRL. This one I have to blame on myself. I “friended” them, because I thought hey, maybe this will be a way for them to talk to me IRL. Nope. They still ignore me. As I said in an earlier blog post to my first Facebook casualty:
Cairn Terriers are ratters. In Ireland they would search the cairns (large rock piles) for rats and other rodents [emphasis mine].
Put the f—ing dog in the basket!