Facebook – one year on
It was a year ago today that I signed up to Facebook, so I felt I should commemorate that fact with a post like that one. At the time, I worried about the fact that a huge number of groups across the world were gaining more and more data about me – and that I was freely giving it away. Beacon, ‘stalkers’, a million new users each week, uncloseable accounts, email 2.0, evil universities down with the kids, the never-ending list goes on… Actually, that particular list ends at 233,000,000 – but my point is that Facebook’s had more than its fair share of publicity.
So with all that new information out there, companies are struggling to keep up. Poor marketing agencies across the world are inundated with too much data to cope with, and their servers are smoking with every 150,000 new users every day. My heart goes out to them.
So I’ll make it easier, with a year of Facebook in summary…
- 127 foolish people have decided or agreed to call me their friend. 59 recognised as people from or at my current company, 9 from university, and 14 fellow college alcoholics.
- Added 116 photos across 8 albums, 8 of which include me. A further 22 pictures of me have been added by other people.
- I’ve developed two applications both for my own use on my own profile, one of which remarkably still maintains 58 users, 1 fan, and a total install count of 129. I can only imagine it’s even remotely usable by about 10.
- Received 88 private messages.
- Written 64 notes (imported and otherwise… This will make it 65).
- Joined 18 different groups, including “that punch the slow walkers” one.
- Updated my status 15 times in the past 3 months.
- A total count of 27 events, 3 created by me including one that unknowingly spawned into 320 mostly unknown invitees.
- I’ve played 20 games of scrabble on-line, completed 14 and won 11, with a top score of ‘utopias’ for 65.
So if you’re on Facebook – all that information and a whole more will be out there too (as well as all the specifics). Makes you think, doesn’t it?
Now, where’s that tin hat?