iLike

If there's one thing people cannot really accuse Facebook of, it's being static.  Since I joined Facebook, they've been rolling out new features every so often, most of which I have been completely ignorant of. I remember when they started the feature where you can tag people's name with the '@' symbol (just like Twitter). At first, I thought it was pointless, but as a talk radio host, I soon realized its usefulness. It rocks.

The other useful feature is the Like feature.

Since its debut, people have generally (note: generally = not everyone) gotten fewer comments on their photos and/or status updates. The number of Likes, however, has been rapidly increasing. The question is why. I have a few ideas:

1.  Before the debut of the Like feature, people were inclined to leave comments because that was the only way they could mark the register and say, 'I was here, and I saw/read this.' They can now just Like it without commenting on it.

2.  The Like feature doesn't cost half as many intellectual brain cells as commenting on it.

3.  The Like feature doesn't take half the time that commenting does.

4.  Sometimes, it is difficult to hide indifference (or irritation) when commenting. With the Like feature, this problem is non existent.

5.  There are those times that one just doesn't know what to say. Whatever they wish to comment on is too good or too bad to have words for it. The Like feature comes to the rescue.

6.  When it looks like everyone else Likes it, it's hard to pass by and not Like it, too. 

7.  When all other options seem undoable or unfathomable ... or too tedious, liking it is the next best thing.

8.  When you actually want to leave a comment and realize that the 99 people who came before you did not leave a comment, but rather all liked it. You decide that maybe you'd rather not be the 100th and odd one out. So, you Like it, too.

9.  And well, there are those times that you're just bored. So, you go around and Like everything that is likeable on Facebook.

Sooooooo, the pressing question on your mind is probably: why would someone bother to Like another person's status update and/or picture, if he/she doesn't really Like it? I may be wrong, but I think it may be for the same reason that married people say they're single on Facebook, the same reason why 14 year olds say they're 18 on Facebook, and the same reason that people take time out of their day to send you e-mails that say, "I like your profile picture. It's so beautiful! May I get to know you better?"  Never mind the fact that you don't actually have a profile picture of yourself. This all happens on Facebook.

Now, to answer the other pressing question on your mind, of course I really liked your picture and/or status update!

Verastic on Facebook | Verastic on Twitter

P.S. This coming Saturday (July 24th), the show topic for the Verastically Speakin' Talk Radio is "Randomisity - Phase 2"  It's a show that will be as random as random gets. It's the middle of the year (okay, the middle of the year plus three weeks), so let's get together and talk about anything. Bring it on.

Two things are required:

1.  Co-hosts. If you're interested in co-hosting, contact me (us) right now, please. First come, first serve. I can only have two co-hosts.  radio@verastic.com | 1.443.934.9039 | Funmie: 1.410. 497.7671

2.  Ideas on what to talk about. Anything goes.  Anything.

They Want My Downfall

Who are these people? "my enemies," Busola, and Funmi.

Gala Mania: I have been practically harrassing Tayo Odukoya for the longest time because I found out that his office is close to gala. I love gala!! Every time someone is going to Naija, I make sure I ask for gala, but somehow, they come back without it. In December of last year, Uju went to Naija for Xmas, and I made sure to warn her to bring back lots and lots and lots of gala. Can you believe the gal came back with only two?? I vexed oo! I raked for her properly. In short, if not that I was being held ehn, I for panel beat her face well well. So I finally took my gala home, and you shoulda seen the speed at which I opened one of it. I took one bite and…

It is with a heavy heart and deepest sorrow that I regret to announce I have fallen out of love with gala. What the hell happened?? All it took was one bite and I wanted to spit it out. This falling out of love with gala is not natural oo, ah ah! Our relationship did not die a natural death. Someone must have played a hand in it. My enemies must be after me again. They want to see my downfall, and they have attacked me through my love for gala. How else do you explain the sudden demise of my hyperactive taste buds for gala? I have been craving this thing for years!! I finally got it and I could hardly swallow the first bite. Chei! Helplessly and hopelessly, I watched as my one and three-quarter packs of gala entered my mother’s mouth and got churned and swallowed. I never even bothered telling Uju what happened. How could I?

Message to my enemies: You may have won the battle, but the war is mine!! I will never, ever, ever stop loving buttermilk shortbread!! And I will never stop loving Eclairs candy either!!! If you don’t believe me, send me a box of each.

Busola: Make una see me see wahala oo! This so-called friend of mine (Busola) is determined to ruin my very good reputation. Can somebori tell me why my Facebook profile says I’m married to Busola? Which day did this one happen? I remember being her maid of honor (which was an honor to her, of course), but which one be marriage again? What if a potential suitor sees my profile and moves on to someone else ehn? Tufia kwa! Busola, get thee behind me! I rebuke you!

Busola edited the details on how we know each other, and then she signed into my Facebook and accepted them. So now, according to my Facebook profile, we are married. The whole thing is just funny. The other day, one of my readers sent me an email congratulating me on my wedding. He said he loved my wedding pictures. That’s great, of course. The problem is that I neither had a wedding nor do I have any wedding pictures. The reader saw pictures of Busola and her husband, and he thought I was Busola and Busola’s husband was Busola. LOL.

Only our mutual friends and acquaintances will know that the whole marriage thing is just a joke. People that know me and do not know Busola will think I am really married to a man called Busola, and they will see that picture and think the man in the picture is Busola. Of course, it goes vice versa for Busola’s profile. People that know her and do not know me will think I am the man in the picture. Which kin nonsense be this? LOL.

People will really think I’m married to one betta person not knowing it’s just one small-breasted girl in PG county of Maryland. I have told the girl to stop wearing bra, so that we can see if there is hope for her tatas to grow, but mba, she insists on stunting their growth. They have been the same size for over a decade now. Nawa o. One day now, her husband will vex and just start playing with his own breast. They’re almost the same size anyway.

LOL. I can foresee Busola calling/texting me to tell me I’m a big fool for writing about her again. But I cannot help it now. She keeps blushing every time she sees me. Her week is just not the same without me. LOL. Could this be love? Oh yeah, it’s definitely love.

Funmie: The other person that wants my downfall is Funmi. Funmi also has the password to my Facebook account. She does not have a Facebook account and has refused to get one. Why? She claims that getting a Facebook account will make her be on Facebook all the time. The reason why this is such a silly excuse is that she is already on Facebook all the time! The only difference is that she does it with my name. Imagine the konkobility! (I don’t know what konkobility means; I learnt it from a Naija movie). It is because of Funmi that I receive text messages at three in the morning from friends asking me why I am still on Facebook. Meanwhile, my laptop is off and I am deep in sleep oo! LOL. People send me emails on Facebook expecting me to respond immediately because my Facebook profile says I’m online. Meanwhile, the real culprit has her eyes glued on her laptop screen spying on people who don’t know they are being spied on. Honestly, I dunno where I get my friends from.

Speaking of spying on people, Funmi has this chic she does not like. I’ll call the chic ‘Miss A’. So what did Funmi do? She added Miss A to my list of friends, so that she can properly spy on her. So now, Funmi signs in as Vera to spy on Miss A. I have told her several times that she has a lot of time on her hands. My question is…could this be madness? Yes oooo. Na so craze people dey start. One day now, I’ll see Funmi walking naked on the street.

Update: Funmie just joined Facebook, albeit she claims she only did it to join her Naija High School group. Sure, Funmi!

I just wrote a new article. Check it out. This Marriage Thing Sef. Don't forget to leave comments oooo! I will quiz you later.

**I know this is totally unrelated, but permit me to whine about the Baltimore weather. Just two days ago, it was warm and sunny. It was 78 degrees, and I was almost getting baked, but I didn't complain ooo. Yesterday, it was cold. Today, it's even colder. To make it worse, it has been raining since morning. You know that kind of rain that won't rain heavily, yet refuses to stop falling? Yeap, that's the one. I'm ready for the flip flops, the sunglasses, and the skirts. I'm ready to - - - in fact, I dunno what I'm ready for, but I know I'm ready.

Have All The Bloggers Moved 2 Facebook??

First of all, Happy Thanksgiving!!! Yeah, I know I've been gone for a minute, but woah! Where are all the bloggers? Even faithful bloggers like Taurean Minx & London Buki are no where to be found. What has Blogville turned in2??

I see a lotta bloggers are constantly and faithfully on Facebook...abandoning their blogs. That facebook of a thing, na juju o! I mean one minute you're hating it, and then the next minute, you join it for the sake of 'networking', and b4 you know it, it overtakes your life. Every minute you're on facebook...wandering, looking, finding, gossiping... writing on walls, editing friend details, adding friends, poking friends, watching videos on the funwall, looking @ pictures, answering questions, joining groups, taking quizzes.... chei!! E get as e be o! Facebook is a world on its own. Of course, one could say I'm speaking from experience, but I would never say for sure.

I miss my blog. I miss coming here to talk (write) about my day. I miss having a medium to vent. Facebook is kool & all, but it does not give me the same feeling of blogging. It does not let me write about people and all that stuff. I miss you, my dear blog.

While I was in limbo, some people left me several comments and sent me several emails, disclosing their disappointment in me for leaving Blogville without saying goodbye. I am terribly sorry o; I did not leave. I merely took an unexpected/unplanned break. I think I ran outta things to say; it's not easy you know. Body no be firewood. Busola's wedding, school, & work also contributed to my limited time and lack of inspiration to write (AKA laziness). So it's safe 2 say I'm back.

Busola's wedding was no joke o! Home gal had be so exhausted! In fact, I just recovered. I stayed up last night playing with my template. The one I had b4 got screwed up...somehow. So I played with it, and this is all I came up with. I like it sha. Uploading pictures isn't the funnest thing to do on blogger, so try and enjoy these three pics. The traditional one was taken on her engagement day. I just think she looks soooooo beautiful.