After several years of becoming growingly annoyed with the website known as Facebook, I finally decided to do the reasonable thing and delete it completely. Upon my attempts to alleviate myself from Facebook, I quickly noticed one rather irritating fact. Deleting Facebook is far from the easiest thing to accomplish. Do yourself a favor and scroll through the options Facebook makes available to you and you will find that their is no option for deletion that is easily accessible. They do however offer an option where one can "deactivate" their Facebook account and this option serves about as much of as purpose as non-alcholic beer does. By "deactivating" a Facebook account, one is essientially doing nothing at all. All of your friends can still view your profile page and you can still log back in at anytime and all of your information is instantly retrieved. They than send you an email saying if you manage to go two weeks without logging in, you MAY have to create a new password and SOME of your information will be lost, but that is about as much hogwash as anything that typically comes out of Barack Obama's mouth. I waited the two weeks and logged back in, merely for the purpose of finding out what changes had been made and with very little surprise, I found their were none. I instantly received an email welcoming me back to Facebook with excessive exclamation and at this point, I was done with the program. I was forced to resort to googling how one deletes a Facebook account. The funny thing is once you have typed "how to delete" into a google search "how to delete your facebook account" is the most searched for option in all of google with over a million hits. It turned out that I was not the only one having difficutly deleting my Facebook. I selected the featured link, followed their directions, and once again had to go two weeks without logging into Facebook. Supposedly, though my Facebook account is now deleted. Although, I'm sure the damn place has still retained all my information but I've been informed that you can no longer find me through a basic search which I guess is good enough. Also, when you attempt to delete your account Facebook attempts to alter your leaving multiple times. First, they throw up pictures that you have been tagged in with your friends, claiming that so and so will miss me. Well, quite honestly, if they really do miss me they can resort to old fashioned ways of contacting me, such as a phone call and if you don't miss me enough to call me or text me, than I probably don't really care that much about you either. No offense. After the pathetic pictures, they ask you to select a reason for deleting Facebook from a short list, once you have selected your option, you are than forced to enter a textual reason, further explaining your decision. My initial selection was other. When I was forced to provide further information, I entered "wkd" or quite simply the first three letters I could hit on the keyboard. I did not need Facebook obtaining any more information as to why I wanted to delete my profile only so they could continue to make the process much harder than it really needs to be.
Speaking of Facebook, if you haven't seen the Southpark episode regarding Facebook, I highly reccomend checking it out. Even if you are the kind of person who gets offended by crappy cartoon characters excessively cursing, you will find it hillarious. It truly is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
Several weeks ago as it has been a long time since I last blogged, I stopped by a food and beverage establishment in the greater metropolitan area and was minding my own business, when I was approached by a rather old lady, most likely in her seventies. Her name was Barb and Barb was drinking a glass of Chardonnay by herself at two in the afternoon. Barb had overheard me complaining about my current job and said she could help. She advised me to go get a job at the Charred Pork Bucket, also known as the Charred Rib. According to Barb, who works there only on Saturday night, the majority of the employees at the place suck. Now, I've been to the Charred Pork Bucket a few times in my life and I don't think I want to work anywhere Dick and Dave hang out on a regular basis, especially if this ol' kooky broad named Barb works there as well. Barb began to tell me that her main form of income is as a traveling meat salesman, she sells meat all over the mid-atlantic area, primarily in northern Delaware, but the owner at Charred Rib has been one of her most consistent clients over the years, and they are absoulutely desperate to get "good-looking and hardworking young talent" in the place. Barb than slightly grazed my shoulder, handed me a business card, and assured me I could get a job anytime. At that point, I did the only thing reasonable, I threw a few bucks down on the bar, waved good-bye to the bartender, and hightailed it out of there in my lovely Yellow Bug.
As for the Yellow Bug, I eventually had to turn the car in and buy an automobile of my own. It certainly is a shame though because I can only imagine what would have happened if I packed Ross and the Jacoby's into the Yellow Bug and headed out to Wrigley.
I don't really know why, but in my mind, the playoff dissapointments of LeBron James have almost become comical. Perphaps it's because the media jumps all over him as if it's all his fault and perhaps it isn't. Either way I couldn't help to smirk when Rajon Rondo and the Celtics eliminated the Cavaliers.
It appears this weekend that I will be headed to Atlantic City to celebrate Ryan's retirement from the Armed Services and I've never been one to miss an opportunity to visit AC. I mentioned something about the trip to my buddy Rob and he handed me some great advice regarding AC. Rob simply said "Just stay away from roulette and the massage parlors and everything will turn out fine." Judging from some of my past trips up there, I couldn't agree more.
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