Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
10.06.2009
10.05.2009
Lamebook
I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little bored with Facebook. And that was before all my friends started getting their status lines spammed with an ad for colon cleanser. But they're all apparently 81/2 pounds lighter, so I guess that's good. I had to spam myself, that's how lame I am.
Speaking of lame: the best thing about Facebook will always be links from your friends. So, from Facebook pal Trevor Cunningham, I present: Lamebook, an ever-growing collection of squeam-producing status updates and ill-advised public conversations. Enjoy!
6.25.2009
"What's A Schintzle House?"
Being that I am a subscriber (and not a street picker-upper) to prairie dog means that I am usually a few weeks behind on the issues. So I can only beg that you bear with my lateness.
The recent (to me, anyway) reunion of the Extroverts, as covered by the 'dog some weeks past, reminded me of a favourite Facebook group, Regina Old School Punk Rock. I am not a member, as I was a wee child in west-end Toronto during the time this group covers, but I recognize enough faces from the pictures to make it an entertaining read.
There is, however, only one image in the group of Scott Tremblay, and this must be rectified.
You see, though I have been shacked up with Mr. Tremblay for a number of years, and have born his child and all, that one blurry group shot on Facebook is the only image I have ever seen of him between the ages of 15 and 29. So I thought I’d offer a bounty: international candy from Japan, Mexico and France (Woot! TO the junk-foodie’s paradise!) sent to whoever can find and post a clear and ideally quite goofy picture of the aforementioned gentleman.
The recent (to me, anyway) reunion of the Extroverts, as covered by the 'dog some weeks past, reminded me of a favourite Facebook group, Regina Old School Punk Rock. I am not a member, as I was a wee child in west-end Toronto during the time this group covers, but I recognize enough faces from the pictures to make it an entertaining read.
There is, however, only one image in the group of Scott Tremblay, and this must be rectified.
You see, though I have been shacked up with Mr. Tremblay for a number of years, and have born his child and all, that one blurry group shot on Facebook is the only image I have ever seen of him between the ages of 15 and 29. So I thought I’d offer a bounty: international candy from Japan, Mexico and France (Woot! TO the junk-foodie’s paradise!) sent to whoever can find and post a clear and ideally quite goofy picture of the aforementioned gentleman.
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