Miscellaneous

Dreaming of Electric Sheep

Oh My God, Shoes!

Been fairly busy with the new job and loving it. Here’s just a little something til I get to posting regularly.

So Yea, I’m On Facebook

I’m generally weary of any website that touts itself as a social network. Maybe I’m just getting old and I’m failing to keep up with the kids. Where instead of putting any type of effort, creating and showcasing a designed website, people flock to sites like facebook, myspace and such to generate what amounts to a clusterfuck of brightly flickering colors, images, horrendous coding and Internet predators.Yes, I admit that I really don’t get the point of social networking site but I guess that ultimately proposes the $10,000 Peso question; Why am I on facebook?

I understand the context that yes, this is a social networking site i.e. networking in a online social environment. But doesn’t that sound like a big crock of shit? Can you truly have a honest to goodness social and networking experience online? Certainly online networking cannot hold a candle to events where interpersonal communication say like a company picnic or a dinner party. Maybe I’m comparing apples and oranges but tagging a picture of that funny face you made at the Christmas Party last year in someone’s online album wouldn’t have the same effect as showing off your photo album at the family barbecue and explaining that funny face. But I digress.

So to answer the from above; why am I on facebook? I really can’t. Blame the fact that I keep getting facebook invites from all my frat brothers and after the fifteenth one, I finally decided to accept, not really knowing what I was getting into. I know, I live on the edge. I really don’t have high expectations for this site or my profile. There’s a chance I could say ‘Fuck this!’ and delete it all next week. All I can say is that my name is Tony, and I’m on facebook.

*Edit* I guess If I were to write a entry about being on Facebook, I should at least put a link to my Facebook page.

Anthony Mercer's Facebook profile

I Found It!

This song was been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks. Every time I try to recall it, I get the lyrics confused with Corinne Bailey Rae’s song Breathless but after countless Google searches I found it.

 
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STOP CALLING MY HOUSE!

I don’t care who you think I am, you got the wrong damn number! I don’t care how you got my number, stop calling it! You couldn’t have gotten my shit from a chatline, because 1. I don’t do chatlines and 2. my shit is all local. I usually don’t put folks out on blast but that shit, calling my house seven times in 5 minutes, was not cute. So Anna, you retarded bridge troll, here’s your 5 minutes of Internet infamy.

 
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