Comments on: What’s in it For Me? http://ironsoap.org/2007/09/24/journal/whats-in-it-for-me/ A critically engaging exercise in pointless tedium. Fri, 09 Dec 2011 04:06:49 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.2.39 By: Scott http://ironsoap.org/2007/09/24/journal/whats-in-it-for-me/comment-page-1/#comment-400 Thu, 27 Sep 2007 14:47:27 +0000 http://ironsoap.org/2007/09/24/journal/whats-in-it-for-me/#comment-400 One more thing – 1998? Wow. You’re coming up on a full decade. Impressive!

]]> By: Scott http://ironsoap.org/2007/09/24/journal/whats-in-it-for-me/comment-page-1/#comment-399 Thu, 27 Sep 2007 14:46:37 +0000 http://ironsoap.org/2007/09/24/journal/whats-in-it-for-me/#comment-399 And by the way, I would posit that you’re not missing anything, and that you probably *shouldn’t* bother. mySpace and Facebook are, in my estimation, little more than a way for people who would otherwise not have websites to have them. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything by not being hooked in to either. It even seems like the “social” aspect of mS and FB are not much different than me having a link to iS on the ‘Farm and having the ability to post comments here. It’s just (caution: semi-inflammatory, somewhat elitist-jerk terminology forthcoming) dumbed-down to make it accessible to people who wouldn’t have an online presence otherwise. Is it a good thing for them to have a presence? Sometimes, I’m sure it is. But I stand by you in your stance that heck, you already *have* an online presence. It’s not like people can’t put a link to iS on their Facebook sites. It just takes a bit of effort, right? I totally fail to see the point.

See, you’re not the only porch codger. I can be just as cranky as you can about this stuff. :)

]]> By: Scott http://ironsoap.org/2007/09/24/journal/whats-in-it-for-me/comment-page-1/#comment-398 Thu, 27 Sep 2007 14:14:06 +0000 http://ironsoap.org/2007/09/24/journal/whats-in-it-for-me/#comment-398 I can tell you this – you won’t be the only cranky Internet coot on the porch. I’ll be sitting there too, steadfastly waving my cane at the rowdy Facebook/mySpace whippersnappers and yelling, “Shave off them sideburns, you look like a girl!” (by way of explanation, that’s something that a real-life cranky coot yelled at my friend Jesse’s dad back in the day. Seriously.)

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