Ok, world, I’m on Facebook.  Are you happy now?

So I finally joined because I’ve been a little out of the loop with events being planned on Facebook.  I still remain staunchly anti-Facebook but not so much as to miss parties because of it.

My problems with Facebook are as follows:

1.  The signal to noise ratio is really high.  Friend requests from people who I went to high school with but never talked to and things like that.  If anyone I actually interact with wants to get in touch with me they probably have my email address or phone number or both.  If they don’t have those things and don’t know anyone they can get them from, the chances I’m actually interested in the communication we’re going to have on Facebook are extremely small.  I guess I’m a little antisocial, but that’s how I feel.

2.  Faux privacy.  People set things up so that only their friends can see their pictures.  If there are any pictures there you’d be worried about a future employer seeing, well guess what Facebook’s security isn’t good enough to stop them from getting in.  You shouldn’t ever post anything on the internet unless it’s ok with you if EVERYONE can see it.  Iif it’s ok for everyone to see it, wouldn’t it be better to put the photos on flickr or picasa, so that your grandparents who probably don’t have a Facebook profile can see them easily?

3.  It creates drama.  I hate drama.  I don’t think I need to explain this further.

So hopefully I can manage to maintain a minimal presence there and allow people the convenience of getting in touch with me that way, and try to avoid the rest of it.

So at work I’ve been trying to debug a really ugly piece of code.  It was written by someone who was in a hurry to get it done is now off the project.  They never tested it though.  It compiled and didn’t make the program crash and that was good enough for them.  It’s my job to get it to work now and it’s been bug after bug after bug.  Every time I figure out why it’s not working, there’s another reason it’s not working.  I’m been feeling like Sisyphus.

Now if that weren’t enough to drive a person mad, across the street from the building where I work, next to the bus stop, there is a 15 ft tall inflatable rat.  I’m not joking.  I work all day immersed in broken, incomprehensible code and then wait for the bus next to a 15 ft tall inflatable rat.  It was put there by some protesters walking around there holding up signs.  They say “Community Standards” and then have a bunch of text which is too small to be legible from the distance that I’m willing to get to these people.

Thursday night a mentally handicapped person on the bus I was taking home, decided to sing “Bohemian Rhapsody” at the top of his lungs.

When I got home, my key snapped in half in the door.  It had been significantly bent when I got it.  I got it out and got someone to let me in.  First thing the next morning I let maintenance know and they said it would be taken care of by the end of the day.  I called up that afternoon to check that afternoon if a new key had been left for me and they seemed SHOCKED that I would would my key replaced.  I’m not sure how you take care of a broken key besides replacing it.  Finally, it turned out that the actual maintenance person had left me a new key and the person on the phone was just an idiot.

Last night I went to my friend Tom’s place where he was having people over to get drunk and watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II.  I left that gathering feeling as though I had a better grip on the world then when I got there.  After watching Ninja Turtles.

I think the next logical step here is to chase a Chesterfield sofa across the plains of prehistoric Earth.