Saturday, November 10, 2007

I'm Hooking Up with Random People ALL the Time

You've caught me, red-handed, blissfully self-indulgent and unabashedly non-discrete about it. Call me whatever you will, just don't say that you're not doing the same.

I'm a pimp. Pusher. A user and a fiend. I'm the new brand of neo-crack-head. I'm a social networking whore. Myspace, Facebook, Hi5, Blogger, Wordpress, Flickr, Twitter, Pownce, Technorati: start a site and add your widget to my desktop.

Just in case you like math, that's 9 DIFFERENT alphanumeric passwords and login names, each unique like everyone else's. My brain hurts.

And here's another one for the list-likers out there. Linked-In. Megan Hamilton gave me this week's fix, and I'm again, hopelessly addicted. How many degrees is that perfect job from my network? Let me see.

Import my Google contacts. Check.
Import from Outlook. Check.
Look for my classmates. Done.
Damn, nothing yet.

Oh well. I'll settle for a hip recommendation and some URL track-back links. Then I can Twitter this blog link to Technorati while dreams of Google-rank dance in my head. Maybe then someone BIG will notice. And we all want to be noticed.

Isn't that why we all love these sites so much?