Yo. So today I discover that Marc Bolan has joined my Friendster network. Another nail in its coffin, I fear. Suddenly, all these people who are barely know are asking me to confirm their friendship. Like, forever? Will I have to send their children presents? Do I have to invite them to soirees?
I'm not at all sure about Friendster. Surely it's just an online version of speed dating? I mean, Bubba who's a friend of George who's buddies with Amphetamina who once copped off with Jodrell who once spilled a drink over Lucy who's a chum of mine - it may sound negative, but I can't *quite* confirm that hey, yeah, Bubba is *just* the kind of single guy I'd recommend to my lady friends.
Friendster is therefore this year's blogging. It's informative to discover that there are many, many people on my list who I'd really be quite unlikely to get chummy with, which kind of puts a tick in the "Friendster's a bit wanky" box. But who am I to judge. It's probably helped millions find activity partners, and that's got to be a good thing, right?
Posted by biondino at June 02, 2003 06:42 PMum, isn't friendster mostly about writing witty and slightly mean things in the testimonials section? that's what i think it's for anyway. it's opinion (false or otherwise) gone public. (which isn't quite like public opinion.) this reminds me that i haven't written one for you! must start the wittiness engine up. unfortunately, it's on a crank and takes a while to warm up...
Posted by: robyn on June 2, 2003 09:02 PMyou mean you're *not* going to be the godfather of my children? what kind of friendster are you anyway, casarotto?
Posted by: jennpb on June 4, 2003 03:54 AM