The Angry Drunk

So, I’m sit­ting here in my office, work­ing dili­gently (seri­ously, for any poten­tial employ­ers out there, I’m work­ing my ass off). I’m also see­ing tweets fly by, and read­ing blog posts by Robert “I have more fol­low­ers that God (lit­er­ally, 31,617 vs 600 as of this post­ing)” Scoble shilling the lat­est New Media Douchebag Approved™ social blog­ging net­work what­ever. Meanwhile, over in my email client a funny thing is hap­pen­ing. People I know, peo­ple I would even go so far as to call friends are email­ing back and forth, plan­ning a happy hour gath­er­ing for tomor­row (and inci­den­tally accus­ing each other of being either hip­pies or red-necks).

Email! I know, it’s fuck­ing shock­ing. I mean, it’s so 1990’s. No Loopt, no Twitter, not even a dynamic group blog lever­ag­ing social net­works. Fucking email. Even worse, and I’m embar­rassed to admit this, some of us will actu­ally tele­phone peo­ple not on the mail­ing list to give them the heads up. We may even use landlines.

The point behind the snark here? This is what actual friends do; and this is the point that the New Media Douchebags fail to miss. Things like Twitter, and MySpace, and blogs, and Loopt are there

Continue read­ing Here’s One for All the New Media Douchebags in the House.