Today's task is from the August 30th entry. I have to EXPLORE A SOCIAL MEDIA SITE.
I choose Facebook. I have a Facebook profile, you know. I have no idea what it's for. Maybe I can work it out.
Um, not really. There doesn't seem to be anywhere to post. I've updated my profile, but why should anyone care, in the absence of any actual work to judge me on? Let's have a look in the Networks section.
Well, there's a list of places in America. I suppose I could hunt for Bristol UK, but I decide to go to Workplaces instead.
And there's a category called Alien Technology. Now I understand. The whole thing is a front. A pointless facade designed to distract the foolish, and lurking within it the Area 51 of the Internet. I bet most people can't even see it, but the Men in Black recognised my IP address and thought this was their long-desired opportunity to recruit me. Not you, me. For my outstanding special qualities.
Sorry, more people must join this network before a page can be created for it. You don't seriously think that would deter me. I click on Join this network.
They demand my email address. A reasonable precaution. I add it. There was an error joining the netwok. Please enter a valid email for the network. I try all my email adresses, and each one is deemed unworthy.
The bastards. I was ready. Ready to represent humanity at the highest level. Damned elitists. I click the Back button, my mouse hand heavy with gravity's inevitable tug. I briefly consider joining All American Asphalt, but the prospect of earthly glory has turned to ashes in my mouth.
I log out. And now I'm back here, with all of you, and I begin to see. ProBlogger understands the creative process, and knows how one has to suffer to achieve one's best work. By reminding me so painfully of my inadequacies, he inspires me to transcend them.
I'm grateful, really I am. Have you ever heard the old saw about gratitude? Apparently the Japanese have nine words for it, each expressing a different degree of resentment.
30/09/07 @ 16:58