Showing posts with label poking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poking. Show all posts

Monday, February 11, 2013

Neither Rain nor Sleet nor Snow ...



Twitter announced today that starting in August it will discontinue Saturday delivery of Direct Messages (aka DMs) to its worldwide network of tweeters (aka tweeps). This development matches the recent decision by Facebook to eliminate Saturday delivery of its once popular but now dismally performing poke, poking, poker, and pokee products

"We're in the same boat 
the U.S. Postal Service was in," said Larry the Bird, CEO & Official Logo of Twitter, "when it discontinued delivery of all mail other than the Burpee Seed Catalog on Saturdays due to losses caused by folks like us. Now we're the ones struggling to compete with new technologies like RealTalk!"

RealTalk works by providing an occasional electronic prompt advising users to:

Get up and fucking talk to someone!

RealTalk users then rise from a seated position and seek out another human being within their home (i.e. a family member, friend, evil intruder) or elsewhere (friend, acquaintance, hot one night pickup) to engage in fully interactive interpersonal two-way communication.

"It's damn tough to compete against technology which enables you to see, hear, and talk directly in real time with another human being without even needing a PC!" moaned Twitter's Bird.

Welcome to the New Age of Communications, Twitter!    

And hopefully neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night can prevent it from one day dawning.

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If you liked this post, you might also like A Short History of Humanity, Lick the Living, from the Postal Service, and A Short Primer on Poking.

If you hated this post, you know what you can kiss? Bingo! 

Sunday, July 17, 2011

A Short Primer on Poking



If you’re on Facebook, and statistics indicate both that you are and that you have repeatedly and emphatically refused to friend me, you’ve come into contact with that curious Facebook feature known as pokingAs with climate change, the deficit, and comedian Bob Saget, few comprehend exactly what poking is or why it exists.

As a social media expert who once actually found what he was looking for on Bing, I am pleased to explain to you the true nature of poking provided you don’t turn around and explain it to anyone else without seeing I get royalties.

Poking begins with a little icon labeled “Poke” in the upper right corner of the home page of each of your Facebook friends. See it now? It’s the one with the pointing and projecting finger that looks like it might have been sourced straight out of a medical school textbook entitled Adventures in Proctology.

Click on it and you have successfully poked a Facebook friend. 

He or she is swiftly notified that because you have absolutely nothing whatsoever constructive to do with this most precious and wholly wasted upon you gift of life, you poked him or her.  Poking is Facebook’s way of saying “I care enough about you to execute one purposeless downward stroke of the index finger but not nearly enough to cough up the eight individual finger strokes necessary to type “ya good?”

Then you wait.

If the pokee does not return the poke within the time it takes for newly planted wheat to ripen at full height and be harvested, then it is safe to assume he or she finds you about as appealing as the latest Kevin James movie.  Most likely you were only friended in the first place to bolster the pokee’s numerical complement of friends so he or she’d look less like a loser to the cool friends the pokee hopes to impress.

That’s right. You’re Facebook friend filler.

But if the pokee does return the poke, a merry romp of poke/counterpoke oft ensues, terminating only when you finally have to get off the computer to go harvest the damn ripened at full height wheat since you were too busy poking people like an idiot on Facebook to hire anybody decent to harvest it for you in the first place!

Is poking sexual in nature?

I don’t know but poking sounds dirty, which is good enough for me. It must be significant that I have never poked a man, nor has a man ever poked me. It’s not that I’m against same sex poking, I just think it should be left to the states.

I want to make it very clear, however, that when I do poke a woman I derive absolutely no sexual pleasure or satisfaction from the poking whatsoever after my initial orgasm.

Of course, if she then pokes back, there begins a continuous and rhythmic back and forth interplay of poke and counterpoke with fore finger icons thrusting and counter-thrusting, mice twisting and swaying, and lap tops lustily lapping at such a ferocious and frenzied intensity that for months thereafter I worry that I will any day receive a message sent via a heretofore undetected Facebook icon labeled: 

 “Perry, I’m afraid I have something to tell you ….”

That be 'bout all I know about poking.

Why not practice your new found expertise right now by dropping anything remotely worthwhile you may be doing and poking yours truly?

I may be Facebook Friend Filler, but I always poke back!

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Monday, June 6, 2011

Its Name is Placebook


Everyone just loves the new Placebook!

In the wake of Weinergate, the newest social network hit the World Wide Web late last night!

Its name is Placebook.  

Placebook provides a forum for participants to exchange candid pictures of very special places they hope other participants will have a strong hankering to visitHaving a keen interest in social media, I decided to take a good hard look at Placebook and see what it's whipped out so far to participants.  I googled Placebook, and with burgeoning excitement I climbed aboard the site and entered it!

Placebook is a bit different from most of the other social media networks you're probably familiar with. On Twitter, you follow other participants.  In Facebook, you friend them. When you're on Placebook, you end them. Some of the folks on Placebook have already ended dozens of other people! 

After some time I was successful in ending three people, all nice fellas who appear to be incarcerated. My new Placebook buddies are already sending me pictures of a few places I can't say I'd ever want to visit, but which at least give me perspective as to why Jewish guys have such a hard time getting chicks. As in Facebook, Placebook has a "poke" feature. Unlike as in Facebook,  in Placebook the concept of having a "poke" feature actually makes sense.

I know what you're thinking.  "I'm already on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn.  Why do I need Placebook?" 

Because, my friend, social media literally defines our times.  You don't want to be caught short, dicking around, or labeled a putz.  And ironically those are the names of the three other special features Placebook offers along with poke to those who choose to thrust themselves firmly through its portals.

And I used to think Twitter sounded dirty!

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