I had to laugh. I would rather not open myself up to people I knew thirty years ago, much less risk what poor Tracy had to endure. I mean, I'm pretty much an open book here, but a lot changes in thirty years. People from back then are curious about me, I know. But I dropped off of the map on purpose. I don't want a thirty year mortgage, I'm happy to be bilingual, and I would be miserable living over there.
I just want to be happy and raise my kids to be happy. But poor Tracy!
It's like, "Take me, Spartan warrior! Mount me, you strong and powerful gladiator!"
Don't people have fun in the sack anymore? You would think that poor Tracy would have been happy to say, "Hey, Mike, I had a great time the other night! Let's do that again soon!"
But no, There's mounting, and strong and powerful stuff going on. Sounds like a lot of pressure to me ;)
Ha! Yeah, I wondered about that too. And again, the pressure of "permanent".
But it did not escape me that the option of "Poke Tracy" is prominently displayed as one of the options on Facebook, so I reckon that maybe Tracy is just asking for it?
FWIW, her account was compromised (by 4chan of course) and that update is fake. It happened to several other facebook users as well. Which doesn't make it particularly less funny!
That said, I'm on facebook - and I update there more frequently, but they are small tiny updates, and this is a recent change. I vastly prefer lj, but it feels as though everyone has left it, and that keeping in touch with people (my friends are spread ridiculously far and wide) now requires the use of facebook. I think this sucks. I am also looking into yet again setting up a wordpress blog on one of the way too many domains I own. We'll see.
It occurred to me that the screenshot could have undergone much Photoshopping, but since I am intimately unfamiliar with Facebook, I wouldn't know any better. There is no doubt, though, that this sort of thing has happened before
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I totally LUV Facebook but that's because I'm so bad at keeping up w/friends. I don't let people I know read LJ. Well -- I mean I couldn't stop them from reading it if they wanted to I suppose but keeping a journal has always been my secret vice even before I kept one online and most of the people I interact with in what (always laughingly) can be called "real life" don't know I keep one.
Some of my angst will go away after the impending 30 year high school class reunion that I will be sure not to attend. I didn't enjoy high school. I know I'll have to get a Facebook, but I'm putting it off for as long as I can. It works great for some people, maybe not so great for others.
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it's one of the things i dislike most about facebook too, though :/
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I just want to be happy and raise my kids to be happy. But poor Tracy!
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It's like, "Take me, Spartan warrior! Mount me, you strong and powerful gladiator!"
Don't people have fun in the sack anymore? You would think that poor Tracy would have been happy to say, "Hey, Mike, I had a great time the other night! Let's do that again soon!"
But no, There's mounting, and strong and powerful stuff going on. Sounds like a lot of pressure to me ;)
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And 'you are permanently invited-to-the-love-cave-between-my-legs'?
Holy Scary Visual, Bat Girl!
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But it did not escape me that the option of "Poke Tracy" is prominently displayed as one of the options on Facebook, so I reckon that maybe Tracy is just asking for it?
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That said, I'm on facebook - and I update there more frequently, but they are small tiny updates, and this is a recent change. I vastly prefer lj, but it feels as though everyone has left it, and that keeping in touch with people (my friends are spread ridiculously far and wide) now requires the use of facebook. I think this sucks. I am also looking into yet again setting up a wordpress blog on one of the way too many domains I own. We'll see.
Poor Tracy.
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FB is for friends; LJ is for messages in bottles.
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