Showing posts with label Complaining. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Complaining. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Fantasy Facebook Team

This is a post that you jocks or jockettes out there who love football to the point where you play fantasy (ha, don't worry, I myself play fantasy football as well). For all the geeks out there just replace any reference to fantasy football with Dungeons and Dragon nerd references.


Ready to join this bush league?
Welcome rookie to the inaugural draft of your Fantasy Facebook Team, finally your time has arrived after listening to your friends go on and on and on endlessly about how awesome it is play fantasy, which in this case is Facebook. Unlike real fantasy sports (which are still fantasy) you will not actually compete to win money but simply have your personal information sold to 3rd parties by commissioner Zuckerberg controller of the league, while you whittle away at time, checking to see if anyone liked your post (like I will be doing after I post this). Either way, you'll be pleased as you build a winning dynasty showing how awesome you are by the amount of players you have collected in your friends list to play on your team. Good luck!

The starting line up of your fantasy Facebook team are those in your friends list who entertain you with cutesy anecdotes or music video posts featuring bands you listened to back in the day while you experimented with the occasional narcotic. They are starters for a reason because they bring their "A" game with all of their newsfeed activity giving you a reason to return to Facebook and divvy out "like"s left and right. You probably actually see your starters in your real life, such as meeting them at the Friday night spot on some corner where you grab a pint of something or other, chatting for awhile with them about home brew before stumbling out the door to prepare for the forthcoming Saturday morning hang over.

use your imagination to
make the eyes move
If you have starters on your fantasy team then surely you have players sitting on your bench waiting for the potential opportunity to start. Your bench consists of those friends who simply come in for a play, or perhaps when a starter is out of action, post a comment or proceed to give you one of those annoying pokes (whoever came up with the poke is an ass, just sayin) then sits back down for rest of the game which in this case since it's Facebook could be days to months. Nothing's wrong with being a bench warmer but these friends equate to one of those paintings on Scooby Doo where the eyes follow you back and forth while never saying anything, only to creep you out knowing that even though they aren't commenting they are watching you (I myself, warm the bench on various fantasy Facebook teams so warmer so fellow bench warmer you are not alone).

taste one for the team
Just like fantasy football, Facebook too has the free agency as well as the waiver wire. Free agents are like free samples at Costco where you enjoy a taste and if you enjoy that taste you can add that item to your shopping cart, but in this case you simply send them an invite asking them to join your friends list squad. Of course, the flip side to the coin is you can easily release your friends to the waiver wire, especially when their point of view is too fanatical to the point where you want to kick them out of a third story window onto a bed of spikes because it's the totally opposite of your own point of view. Simply, the people you may have known 20 years ago are not the person you have on your squad now and so they have to go. Hey, if you aren't performing you get cut from the team and if you're not lucky it could be with a knife (just kidding).

Your fantasy Facebook squad is looking tight!! You have made all of the right moves and are sitting pretty with a bomb squad of people players who are there to propel you through your day of work with lol cat pictures and such. "Is hungry" and "is bored" are just two of the awesome posts that you are now going to read time and time again, Although when the game is a close one, the chance is always there that one of your substitutes will come off the bench and drop some crazy 80's song lyric from high school making you relive some awkward moment thus winning the fantasy Facebook championship even though there isn't ta championship to be won in the first place.

Game on!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

MTA go away, come back another day

Screen capture of my twitter feed
It's sometimes amazing to read my Twitter feed. A lot of people complain about the MTA. Sure, the MTA is terrible, they have a rising deficit, service is becoming worse and worse as the days roll by, but you yourself make the personal choice to utilize this aging transportation system.

One of the most common complaints about the MTA, besides fare increases, seems to be lateness getting to work. Everyone is late to work. How many times to do you have to ride the subway before you realize that it's a terrible experience? The worst part is, the MTA has you gripped by the balls, squeezing them for every last penny. MTA can increase the fares and give you a terrible performance and people are still going to pack the subways' heading to work, like cows' being lead to slaughter.

Spring is lurking around the corner, I know this, because Staten Island ChucK did not see his shadow this year. And so, perhaps if you are tired of the MTA's antics, then maybe it's time you look into another means of getting about. I myself ride a bicycle to work, or I walk to most places. Once you have the bike and the means to lock it up, that's it, it's yours. You don't have to pay money, it's healthier, and you'll have more money for you to waste on PBR, or what ever watered down attempt at a beer you drink. Besides, you won't be smashed up against some creepy guy with bad breath looking over your shoulder while you're playing around with your iphone.

With all of the new bikes lanes springing up, the city is much safer to ride around. Why not get out of the cattle car and into the streets with a bike and liberate yourself from the grasp of the MTA. Save the train for a rainy day.