Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Challenge

Mark the date 2/2/2011 in your calander as it is the day the great social networking phenomenon facebook was almost brought to its knees as its most popular member embarked on a challenge of titanical proportions. Years from now this day will still burn brightly in your memory.

Starting midnight 2/2/2011 I am not allowed to login to facebook, nor am I able to have someone log in for me. I am not allowed to have someone change my password on me so I can't login, I have to use my willpower to abstain from logging in. A certain person can phone me at any point and I have to listen to her chatting to her friends on facebook or she can torture me by hinting at things that may or may not be on my wall and require instant attention. This continues for 7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604,800 seconds.

Not hard you may say? Well for someone who is almost constantly on facebook and whose fingers will often, of their own accord, type in facebook rather than the site I actually want to go to, this is a real challenge.

Why did I agree to this stupid wager? I'm not going to know what to do with myself - I am going to have to engage in actual conversations again. Maybe ring people instead of facebooking them. I know one thing for sure - stocks in internet porn are about to go up. If I have a random thought I am going to have to ring 50 people up to tell them. Thank god for the text to many option on phones these days so I can fill you all in when I remember a funny line from a movie.

As for stalking, well I bought myself a new zoom lens and some infra red binoculars last night though I am a little afraid that once I start real stalking, facestalking just isn't going to cut it anymore. Prior to facebook I would never have thought of stalking through someone's photos, now I do it all the time. What if the same thing happens? What if I find that, instead of looking through a photo album titled "beach" for some bikini shots, I need to rifle through undies draws. Instead of perusing an album called "new hair do" I need to carry around scissors to snip and sniff the real stuff?

Only time (at the time of writing this exactly 9,578 minutes) will tell.

So what do I get out of this, if successful? A nice steak meal and the world's longest backscratch that is sure to have me purring like a walrus. Fair deal? I'm not so sure.

So I bid fare the well to my few faithful facebook followers. I shall see you in 9,577 minutes (although I shall endeavour to update daily as to my progress).

Also, please leave comments on here rather than facebook to allow me the illusion of friends and connectivity.

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