Do you remember the time before Facebook, when birthdays were special?
Y’know, when only your closest friends took the trouble of either writing down or memorising the date, then going to even more trouble to think of a witty SMS, cute greeting card or similar and finally sending ‘em seconds after midnight to be the first to congratulate you?
Childish as it may be, it did make me feel special, and it went on for over 20 years.
Then, last year, I opened the damn fagbook account and ended up with about 150 wall posts for my birthday, almost all of them generic, and some starting even hours before the actual date (even though the sender was in the same city as me, spare the time-zone).
Did that make my birthday special? No, it made it quite the opposite - it made me feel like the village whore.
So, this year, I went on to conduct an experiment. In hope not to see a Facebook birthday greeting ever again, I decided ti deactivate my account the night before my birthday, and reactivate it at some point the day after my birthday. Alas, I failed in my initial intention as I received a generic greeting about noon of the day before, under excuse “better not to forget”. Jumping Jesus, WTF? I’m not blaming this person in particular, it’s the whole current “culture”, but the basic idea of birthday greetings IS to remember the SPECIFIC date. It’s not “happy birth-period-thingy”, now, is it? However, that urged me to deactivate account sooner (even though that meant a bit more boring day at the hospital, but all in the good name of science!).
So, people would now have to try and remember how did they send me greetings for all those years prior to last one, and so far - they’re failing. It’s 2AM, I haven’t recieved a single SMS, my email inbox is slowly filling with auto-generated greetings from all the forums and major sites I’m on, and the ONLY human-sent greeting so far is from a cousin.
Ha.
I’m not saying “experiment over, that’s that” - but the first stage is rather clear - so far I’d be on at least 50 wall posts, instead I’m on 1.
Morning came with a lousy start - first 4 greetings were from family members (which was never the case), but soon enough, my friends realised that it’s definitively not a glitch, and that I’m not on Facebook any more, so SMSes started arriving. Interestingly enough, the first one was from a friend in Slovenia, whom I do hold close and dear, but didn’t really expect her to be the first!
The day went on as I hoped it would - which is exactly like all those pre-fagbook years: with actual phone calls (notably more than last year!) and witty SMSes. For me, that’s “mission accomplished”, and I’ll be sticking to the recipe for years to come!

White pages and people search are usually fun stuff but please consider that there’s a great chance that I don’t want to chat with you about weather and what am I doing at the moment!

It’s gone way too far - at least one person a day is randomly ICQing me with the most retarded questions, amongst which are those whose reply can be gotten by just reading my profile. Where am I from? Read the profile! How old am I? READ THE PROFILE! What am I doing at the moment? - Do you really care if I’m sitting in my pijamas and eating a cookie or working on my seminar? No, I’m more than certain that you don’t!
It’s just terrifying how many poeple are introduced to the internet and just left there to monkey around…

And then I’m the asshole when I tell these random people to ask me propper questions if they have to or to leave me alone…
The worst part is when I’m actually very busy working/studying and those random people get all edgy or pathetic.
There was this person whom started to pity me for doing my programming seminar - I mean WHAT THE FUCK?! If he/she cared a bit to read my profile, he/she’d see that “Programming” is in the “interests” box. You do the maths.

Do try to understand that I have approx. two hundred friends all around the globe whom I like chatting about bullshit with no problems, but I REALLY don’t need you typing generic stuff to me!

I don’t want to cyber you; I don’t care about your sunmetal band from Russia; unless you care, don’t ask.
If you don’t have anything useful to say, please shut up.

I’m not going to be your timewaster - I’m really sorry if you don’t have friends of your own, but one doesn’t make friends just by being boring and not knowing when to stop.

Well not literally, but I’ve been surprised how things can get screwed up while you’re away.
I haven’t been checking my site for some time as I guessed it was running smoothly “as always”, and what do I get when I decide to make a slight reconfiguration? A bit of confusion.
Now, at the moment I’m quite more confused than pissed, actually - how the hell could this happen:
I’ve had implemented a simple MySQL querry thingie that counted visits and clicks each day. It worked perfectly for a month or so. Now, I was reading errors on all the pages. Guessed - I screwed something up by editing the code few minutes ago, reffered to backup. The same. Logged into the MySQL phpMyAdmin and what do I see? The permanent loss of “stats” table. Why? Who the hell knows!
And in because of it, I’m sitting here expressing my confusion instead making myself something to eat!
To hell with it, jag måste laga mat!

All surgeons should be castrated! All of them - with no exceptions!
After a surgery, two years ago, I started to experience some minor side-effect. It would periodically appear and disappear every month or two, and it felt no pain at all, except that it bled a little bit sometimes. I didn’t mind that, but my mother decided to ask a surgeon of an opinnion. He said that it must be operated in a hurry because it may cause some major problem if it’s not removed. I was far from fine, but went to an examination. I was examined by surgeon, very painfully, and he said that it should be done - but that it’s not urgent; however, he sent me to some other surgeon who should do the surgery. I decided not to go that day (yesterday) but just to send mom with the results paper.
That badass surgeon decided that he must see me today and that he must do the same examination the other surgeon did day ago. It was pain in the ass (literally) and he came to the same conclusion the other one did. What did he torture me for, except for fetish - I don’t know. It’s not if I did the exam myself, and forged the papres - but his very colegue. If he can’t trust his (very professional) colegues, then he can go fuck himself. With no excuses.
I would got over it, and decided not to write this article if pain just went away after hour or two, as it was yesterday, but as it took 4 hours, one Guinness and one painkiller, I’m forced to do this. It was either this, or go castrate him myself.
Overall, from “perfectly healthy person” to hospital sickness in just several minutes - and most of all, I don’t feel like doing it anyways. Be it the way they want it to, they’ll get my money, they’ll keep me in the hospital for at least 2 days, and I’m sick and tired of it.
May they make me feel better, I’m so sure something else will come back as side-effect, and that it will be something much worse.