I am a newbie to Facebook; I’ve been there for a couple of months now at best. The other day I checked my FB account and was met with the news that a friend of mine had bought the farm. What?? Oh no – he can’t be…he’s so young! Then I realized the little blurb was accompanied by a picture of a farm – he had bought A farm, not THE farm. Big difference.
It’s a game called FarmVille and it’s driving me insane. Everytime I log onto FB I am inundated with the news of this person finding a lost cow or that person buying a harvester or someone else’s sunflowers coming up. Good grief. It’s just out of control. There is corn everywhere and not an ear to eat. Every time I turn around someone is inviting me to join them in FarmVille. If I want a tractor, I’ll go buy one, thank you very much. I’m a bad enough gardener; I don’t need to fail at FarmVille, too.
FB is full of these types of games; there’s one on Mafia Wars and a friend of mine has reached something like level 225 or some ridiculous number — how many hours did she have to play to get there? And just what is the point? Is she wiling away the hours whacking people? No thanks. I’ll re-read The Godfather if I want to learn of any people whacking. The other day I checked into FB to announce how I had done on my quiz and what I thought my final grade was going to be and discovered that now there is treasure to be had in Island Paradise. Oh no…another invite to another cheesy game.
I may deactivate my FB account — it bores me to tears to actually break down and tell people what I’m doing. It bores them to tears, too, by the looks of the comments I receive. My FB status is pitiful. I think I put one pic of me up and two of EmmaLou and that’s it.
I’m just not a FB person — I’m more of a Twitterer. Some of we bloggy folks get together occasionally on Twitter and play a rousing game of SmartAss (trivia) which I guess makes me no better than the FB people playing FarmVille or Mafia Wars, but there is no record kept for people to go through to see how I did at SmartAss. Twitter doesn’t keep these games where you can view them over and over and over to see your progression.
Besides that…not just anyone can play SmartAss – it’s true…we’re a special group. You have to ASK to play. And you have to know WHO to ask. Yeah…it’s like having a secret password in bloggyland. Over on FB anyone will invite you to play at herding pink cows; now where’s the fun in that?