|Wrong On the Internet
||[May. 7th, 2019|12:25 am]
It would probably be wise of me to spend less time at Farcebook. I didn't use it very much for a long time after I'd signed up, but after the fire a number of people I haven't seen in a long time used it to get in touch with me, and then I found the community groups for people searching for lost cats, and I started following them, and in between finding new posts in those communities I looked at other communities, and started leaving comments here and there, and just gradually got sucked in. |
The thing that is eating most of my time there now is making smart-ass remarks on various memes in joke and humor communities. I have to admit that it is very gratifying to say something cleverly ridiculous (or, far less often, ridiculously clever) on a post and, a few hours later, find that readers have posted a dozen or more laugh emojis on them. I'm not entirely surprised to discover that I'm a frustrated comic. I think I always had a secret desire to be the class clown when I was a kid, but I was too shy. Now I can hide on the other side of a computer and still get virtual laughs. The Internet has let me become shameless! It's the Devil's tool, to be sure.
There is also a community that posts photos of Los Angeles, including vintage shots, and sometimes they are mis-captioned (somebody is wrong on the Internet!) and I get to correct the errors. This also pleases me, as I am also a frustrated schoolteacher and really enjoy providing accurate information whenever I've got it. So I get to be a comic and a schoolmarm, and it's eating all my time!. I'm spending several hours a day at Farcebook, and digging up information from other web sites to use on Farcebook, and neglecting all the other things I could, and should, be doing in the real world.
If the Catholics are right and there is a place called Limbo, then I suspect that Mark Zuckerberg is going to end up running it. God is just waiting for Zuck to be murdered by someone whose life he sucked into that monstrous site, and then he'll be put in charge of the dead people's place that's neither heaven nor hell. It probably won't be me who kills him, though. I wouldn't be able to tear myself away from the Internets long enough to do it.