I have tried and tried to like FaceBook. I really have. But I don't get it. Since I've never been the kind of guy to stand around in a group and talk about what I did last night or where I bought my shoes, there isn't much left to talk about to casual connections. My intentions are always good when it comes to FaceBook. Logon and see what's new. Oh, here's a guy that went to a seminar for rabid buffaloes and this girl has a new boyfriend. It makes me feel guilty because I don't give a shit! The thing that seems to drive a lot of this social-ness is Vanity Metrics. Vanity Metrics start very early in life. As soon as two 3 year olds get together, they start with the,"I have a new doll." and before you know it, it becomes a numbers game. "I have 17 Barbie dolls." By the time high school comes around, the kid with 17 Barbie dolls has 4,000 FaceBook friends. Really? 4,000 friends? OK, name … [Read more...]