I love Facebook. I admit it. I have really enjoyed reconnecting with friends from school, college and work. I like seeing what they’re up to, what they care about, and what they’re doing with their lives.
With one glaring exception.
So, today I finally broke down and joined the Facebook Group “I don’t care about your farm, or you fish, or your park, or your mafia!!!” At this writing, we’re 3,154,263 people strong and growing.
Our manifesto is clear: We’re a big army, we’re on the move, and we don’t want to see your Facebook games status updates any more. We don’t care if you need help with your MafiaWars missions. We don’t want a cow from your Farmville farm. We’re not asking that you stop playing. We just don’t want to know about it.
Listen, bucko, I don’t tell you when I’ve destroyed another plot against the Federation in Star Trek Online, or saved another Hobbit from Orcs in the Lord of the Rings Online. You don’t want to know about that. Fair’s fair. I don’t tell you about my Vulcan character, you don’t tell me about your Goldfish.