Web 2.0 issues and solutions

The amount of  favourited stuff in all my accounts and browsers is becoming alarming. So is my daily web presence: I have a website, a blog, a flickr account, a deviant art account, a last.fm account, a facebook account, and so on. My myspace account has been dead for more than a year, now, and some time ago I’ve started exercising a new daily activity: facebook-friend-requests-refusal (if I’ve refused you, please don’t feel offended: it’s just that I find it hard to feel an interest  in the affairs of people I’ve never met before; I’d love to say this in a way that doesn’t ring snobbish, but can’t find a proper one, sorry).

So why not… open another web 2.0 account, freeing my blog and other accounts from quotes, links and inspirational stuff and transferring them all in a more appropriate container: tumblr?

I know that all this belongs to the usual, anal retentive obsession with order. Bear with me.

Please have a look at my favourite things: vladina.tumblr.com

Dreaming about a revolution

Edit
I’ve just read a fantastic, wonderful description of Tumblr: “a quick and dirty stream of consciousness”. Love it.

Popularity: 2% [?]

Status symbol /Facebook invective/

h 7.30pm – is cooking
h 9.30pm – is eating
h 11.30pm – is taking a leak
h 00.15am – is getting laid
h 0.17am – Good night, world!
h 8.00am – Good morning, world!
h 9.00am – is having breakfast
h 11.00am – is working – what a pain in the ass!
h 12.00am – is going out to buy a sandwich
h 1.30pm – is eating the sandwich

Barbarella: Bon Appétit!

Dick: damn, me not yet! :(

Goofy: Hey, you’re really cute!

h 5.00pm – Ready to run, hooray! LOL!
h 8.00pm – is leaving tomorrow, byeeeee xxxxx

Barefoot in the garden

Popularity: 18% [?]

now facebook…

… I’m starting to hate it. Not only is it so messed and confusing. Not only have I found on it people with whom I work all day and hoped I wouldn’t need to write to in the evenings. Not only have I been detected by members of my family scattered all over the world in the past twenty years and whom I had hoped to stay away from, thinking that oceans and seas would cool down relationships.
I don’t want to post on anybody’s wall, funwall, or any type of wall. I don’t want to challenge people on scrabble, reading quizzes (I suck!), movie quizzes (I’m great at them!). Why do I feel compelled to sign up to just any kind of rubbish in the universe?

Popularity: 1% [?]

 
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