Facebook is Lame

This article explains that the more our parents get on social networking sites, the more our generation logs off. This years has seen, for the first time, a decline in the 15-24 user age group.

money quote:

The sites, once the virtual streetcorners, pubs and clubs for millions of 15- to 24-year-olds, have now been over-run by 25- to 34-year-olds whose presence is driving their younger peers away.

You're Gonna Have to Serve Somebody

Indeed. Honestly, there is nothing terribly wrong with getting a job. Its very much not--as it were--something I would, myself, do. But hey! Serving one's *snicker* community is quite the noble endeavor. Also: a motherfucking paycheck.

A few clerical notes:

• Spoken with our "to be" authorial edition. He plans to get off his ass and contribute quite soon.
• I've made some changes to this here blog page. You can now follow us via blogger or--if you can handle technology that I cannot--via RSS feed using the link down at the bottom.
• I should think that we need some interesting banner art of some kind at the top of the page. For suggestions, post a comment or two after this post.
• I am still trying to add a stat checker and establish a proper blog e-mail address. Thank you in advance for your patience. Also, any advice is more then welcome. Send it our way, but not via e-mail because we haven't done that yet (see previous sentence).

Ok. I will try and post later today about my thoughts your fearless authors attempting a regular update schedule now that we both have rather irksome tasks and weighty responsibilities fast approaching. That is, if I get around to it. OK for now.

HBM Out

the sun will sit in his jealous sky

PS- I am playing with different templates. I like this one, for the reason's obvious to our dear authors

And So Dies Bohemia...

What a little oddity… for the past year or so, your humble author has led a most bohemian and aristocratic existence. And now, he must submit once more to the dread world of employment. If examined properly, that is to say, examined in modern contexts, it has been simply a gap year following similar sorts of drifting through embarrassments and humiliations that are inevitably associated with collegiate studies. So on to bigger, better humiliations in some narrow office or some crowded department of the civil service!
Not that employment never has been sought out or held… to the contrary, this superfluous ghost of former persons and times has been employed from the tender age of eleven, though any sort of compensation was never seen until the legally appropriate age of fourteen. And of the numerous other superfluous men in modern contexts, the author has seen much more of a variety and less so of banality in the work place.
Thus it is left to question what purpose the past few years’ existential angst and other trivialities of decadent life have served? Ultimately, very little could be established as concrete and positive, other than to live out the nonsense that I attempted to make real – and some were realised, others not. Thus I slowly begin down the long road to normalisation and begrudgingly forget what it means and meant to be a former person.
However, some things will not be undone, nor could they ever. Beatings will continue until morale (or morality) improves!

Yours jokingly,

Kitaev
Former Former Person