Facebook phreaks: Annoying things they do
This isn't about why its bad that Facebook is so addictive. Nothing clichéd like that. It's about annoying people who use Facebook. Everybody uses Facebook and as much as we hate to admit it, we are all hooked bait, line and sinker. Of course, everyone ridicules Facebook, yet no one finds it funny enough to remove themselves from the network permanently. Even those who boast of not having a Facebook account, usually have a secret account or use one of their friend's account to keep themselves updated. However, there are some who prowl the pages every second of their day and expect updates constantly. These people do some very annoying things. Things that get people killed.
Juicy Quizzes- 'Do you think “this user” is hot?' So someone answers the question for you and now you must know the answer right? Because, face it, human by nature is a curious creature. And when people start answering such juicy questions about you, it's time to know the answers. So, you click to find out but you can't because in order to do so, you have to answer 15 other questions. And then you have to add the application. Basically, you have to spend an hour on Facebook to find the answer to a question you need not know. Which makes you wonder why someone answered such a question in the first place. Why didn't that person have something better to do with their pathetic lives? Well, you ponder these while you answer fifteen stupid retarded questions and finally you reach the answer. Usually it's not what you were expecting and there goes the blood pressure.
Irrelevant Photo Tags- What is it like to be tagged at a photo you aren't in? You see the notification and your face lights up thinking that your photo is now on Facebook and it is given by someone else. Rare deal, right? Wrong. Because now you see it's not really your photo but it's a stupid photo of some stupid photo-shop work which your friend thinks is totally cool. Or worse, its one of those dumb photos having you tagged as 'Mr. Funny' or 'Mr. Loser' or whatever. The worst case is that it's some dumb mushy memory photo which asks you to share a memory, even though you can't remember when and why you added the person who tagged you. So it sucks a lot when that happens. Of course you want to kill yourself when useless cretins begin commenting on the photo and everyday you have a gazillion photo comments on a picture that isn't even yours. Get the glock. 44 ready.
Garden Games- You know your friends steal your crops? I had this little garden thing going on in Facebook and somebody actually stole my crops. Hours worth of tending an imaginary garden, for god knows what reason, and someone goes and steals your crop. Don't people using Facebook have conscience? Ok, sure it is a game, but that doesn't mean there wasn't patience involved to get those carrots ripe. Why would anyone steal your crop? Or even plant weed and stuff to destroy your crops? What kind of sick, sadistic form of entertainment does that constitute of? Why shouldn't someone take this thievery seriously? I hate thieves.
Wall Phreaks- Did you know there are people in your friend list who keep watch of your wall 24/7? Just as soon as someone writes on your wall, they make a comment on the wall post like it's their wall. Well, its not, it's my wall and only I have the right to make a comment on it. When will people understand not to poke their nose in other people's business? These people who comment on the wall-posts of someone else's wall are the worst kind of people. They are also the ones who make comments on photos about other people in the photo even though they know only one person. They think that they can make friends by commenting on random people's pictures. That is just so stupid.
Facebook is a good deal, no doubt. We all use it and enjoy it. If you don't go around spending your life sending chain messages, which are lies and stupid, and trying to get certain groups banned, you may just be good enough to be on Facebook. Provided you also refrain from the things aforementioned. People who have too much time should not be allowed on Facebook. There should be a time limit to Facebook usage. Idiots would then keep far off. Feel free to be offended. Feel free to express gratitude that someone took the words right out off your mouth. We all hate Facebook phreaks. Fact. Period.
By Osama Rahman
Real muscle cars
I like cars, but only those which are not higher in social status than me. So basically that means I hate most of them. I have a very simple view about cars. They are meant to be the resting places of our precious bottoms while we travel. So you can say that Ford Torino 1970 and FZR 2000 (is it real? I only used it in NFS 2™) make as much sense to me as they do to a chimpanzee in the Dhaka Zoological Garden. When people talk about V8 engines, 427 CID (7.0 L), 302-2V (standard on GT and Brogham models) I pick my nose or devour my fingernails (not in that order) whichever seems convenient. So now let's have a look at the 'real' muscle cars, those that need actual muscles:
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Muscle cars are mostly an American thing; brash, powerful, cheap to manufacture (in other words poor handling) cars for the masses. And muscle cars were distinguished according to full size, mid size, compact and pony (which are all pretty large by our standards). Pony cars were the ones that came up to compete with the Ford Mustang (hence 'Pony'). Clear distinctions are still slightly blurry though.
While the Rebel and GTX were great, they weren't all that mainstream. And the Thunderbolt was initially a compact family car. Much more interesting cars like the Chevelle, Chevy Bel Air, Plymouth Barracuda, Camaro, Dodge Challenger, Pontiac TransAm and even the El Camino despite being a bit of a truck should have made the grade. And the list could go on. Despite being very well written and technically exhaustive, the article could have done with muscle cars that define the title. Unless of course, it's Wahid's personal choice.
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