I've just recently started checking in on Facebook often, because I've just recently started playing with
my Facebook status message.
I'm pretty sure my Facebook status isn't going to replace
Twitter in my life, for I still dig Twitter, and I agree with
Fred Wilson's call for improved Facebook-Twitter integration, but I love the extra little constraint the Facebook status message adds to the posting process.
The Facebook status box is not a blank field in which I can impose whatever grammar I want. It starts with my name, and, whether I like it or not, I'm the subject of of the status. In third person.
Jake is missing Chinese toothpick ubiquity.
Jake will be ready, sometime between now and pretty soon.
Jake dreamt about coyotes that looked like little yapper bike basket dogs. Silly silly.
But, as much fun as I'm having with the status message function and what I think is a totally creative microblogging constraint, Facebook just advertised its way onto my naughty list.
I had never had a problem with Facebook ads before. I had never really even noticed them actually. But, today, Facebook drops an ad into my news feed that's trying to recruit me to go to the developing world and proseltyze through language education, and, in response, not only am I posting a picture of the ad and half-assedly whining about it, but I'm also considering changing my religion on Facebook to Amish, which I think is pretty much the funniest thing anyone could possibly do on Facebook.
