For starters I don't even really like people.
Now that I've pissed everyone off and don't have to worry about site traffic anymore, let me amend that to state that I like certain people who are clearly not like the majority of humanity that has its head up its own ass. If that's you (meaning someone who does not have their head up their own ass), hopefully you already know this (and if not I apologize in advance for not telling you) and if that's not you then you can take this opportunity to fuck off.
Let the hate mail commence. Let me point out that you could simply change this situation by pulling your head out of your ass for a change, at which point we could be great friends.
But I digress.
So for a good long while there I held out. No fucking MySpace, I said. Fuck LiveJournal, I said. Then I had friends that devoted themselves to keeping in touch with each other on these spaces, and nobody could be arsed to get their own Blogspot account like I had done (not that I use Blogger anymore, I'm doing it right with my own personal LAMP server thank you very much), so suddenly I needed a LiveJournal. I had LiveJournal for several months, posting this and that.
After Hurricane Katrina, I said fuck you to LiveJournal after I noticed there were a certain breed of anonymous commenting trolls that liked to sporadically appear on and mock people's misfortune, which wasn't the sort of positive support one needed after surviving a major natural disaster that forced us back to square one in terms of possessions, home and employment.
A few months later my wife was pointing out to me all of our friends from New Orleans that were now on MySpace for us to reconnect with. Fine...(sigh...[clickety]) ok I've got a MySpace account (shudder). Ok I've got contact with my old friends now.
Of course eventually everyone shifts over to Facebook, causing the inevitable transition to Facebook, resulting in the mounting aggravation as Mark Shuttleworth turns out to be a complete douche who wants nothing more than to ownz all yer private personal secretz and sell it to the highest bidder. Aggravation rises further as I find myself fighting an ever losing war to maintain my security settings in such a way as to protect pictures of my kids and loved ones from being available to any perv surfing the web. And they are, make no mistake.
So Twitter comes along, and seems basic, clean, no friggin malware advertisements, pretty straightforward, groovy. Then they start dissolving how they do things and initiating an evil plan involving the use of Java on their entire goddamn site. In the meantime I've deleted my Facebook account, but due to overwhelming demand created a new one with the hopes that I could better protect my data by not loading as much of it and poisoning the well by submitting inaccuracies regarding my physical location, age, etc.
So along comes the almighty Google, promoting their solution of Google+ with its circles of trust that you can maintain. But you still have to use your real goddamn name, first and last, no funny stuff, or risk having your account suspended. If it's someone like me who has a Droid phone that would also become less useful in the process as a result of account suspension, I can't even tempt fate. So it sticks in my craw something fierce, even though I quite like the rest.
But then I watch as Facebook attempts to become more Google+ like, while Google+ seems to steadily become more Facebook-like and it seems inevitable to me that everything will implode. Add a little YouTube nonsense involving someone reposting footage of my kids without permission and all hell starts to break loose, because it becomes painfully obvious how easy it is to track me down, whereas before Hurricane Katrina I didn't even exist online. I dump my initial G+ account and create a new one under a different user to throw the possible stalkers off the track, but thanks to Google's caching of search content the original stuff still floats somewhat in the results, attached to my real name. Thanks Google, your real name policy did cause a legitimate issue after all. Fuck.
So I start listing shit on the new G+ account and after a while it hits me. Fuck this, I'm just setting myself up again. At some point G+ is going to follow the path of Facebook and MySpace and sell out everyone who has an account registered. Furthermore, if I've really got something to say why the hell can't I just say it plain right here? I mean seriously, isn't that why I still have a blog? It's not so I can waste my time posting inane vacuous shit on some other social media site, that's for damn sure.
The problem is laziness. It's easier to post a quick blurb about how Taco Bell gave me the shits than to sit down and write something long-winded like this post. And everyone's at the same site already posting about how their own feces turned liquid upon eating some other fast-food laced with parasites and human body bits that came off at the factory from some poor worker. I mean, fuck, it must be really hard to type fatedtoend.com into the address bar of your Internet Explorer that you won't get rid of no matter how many times it's the direct portal to the viruses and spyware that turn your personal computer into a swollen bloated infected mass. I can see why you'd rather just set your home page to http://www.facebook.com and forget that there's even an internet out there. It's kinda like the shopping mall. Or Walmart.
Sarcasm phone, it's for you.
So yeah, fuck it. I deleted all content on my G+ account under my real name. If you need my real name, G+, you can have it and a two year old photo of me without facial hair.
If you do check my website from time to time, check it more frequently because due to the sudden lack of social media sites I no longer post to, I should theoretically have more to spout off about here. I apologize in advance for the technobabble, I'm a geek and that part won't change. I likes me LINUX. Maybe you could give it a go instead of rolling your eyes and heading off to http://icanhascheezburger.com for the rest of the night. You might learn something.