Vlad Mazek

It seems that every six months or so all of my 2.5 friends engage in a massive human migration to another network. From Friendster (remember that one?) to MySpace to Twitter to Facebook to Pownce to (something next) each network becomes a little better at eliminating the spambuddies from asking to be friends. I’ve made my MySpace account a demo for such behavior, where after being annoyed by these popping up all the time I would only allow membership by the people who I’ve deemed to be prostitutes. Day or two later, their profiles would get deleted by MySpace.

So… there I am on Facebook yesterday, pruning my two dozen or so people that I don’t know in order to add one… and I look over at the pictures. Ok, problem solved:

If you’re embarrasing enough in public to the point that we’ve taken a picture together, one so wrong that it would take more than a minute to setup, explain or excuse… You’re a friend. If I don’t have such a picture with you then you really have no idea how deep the rabbit hole goes..

So I’m sitting here going through the albums and doing a 1:1 in Facebook.