First Last has invited you to join First's personal and private
community at Friendster, where you and First can network with each
other's friends... (and on for a page or more)
Some berk on the Internet actually got up the gumption to suggest in public that you know them, and might be willing to vouch for their character. Obviously they are mistaken, but if you want more revenge than just ignoring their pathetic plea for acceptance, here's their first and last name, and an email address. Happy Hunting!
Worse is when you do it without the spam-vitations. Look up someone by the email address, and click "Invite". You get a scary modal dialog (with large question mark icon) that threatens:
You are about to add Nym as a friend.
Nym will be notified, and will have to confirm that you are friends. Your full name and email address will be sent to Nym for identification purposes if you proceed.
Continue only if you really are friends with Nym. 1
I kid you not. A bit harsh, no? Why don't they just tear a sheet of notebook paper out, scribble in crayon something akin to:
|SHARON likes YOU a whole lot. Do you LIKE her? Circle:|
|and pass the note back! Don't let the TEACHER see you!!!|
Fold with mad gaijin-no-choogaksei-no2origami skills into a little paper football and flick it over to my desk. At least the the humiliation would be tinged with nostalgia for sixth grade, when nerds were nerds, and ... Oh wait, that sort of thing is part of why I'm such an emotional wreck now. Frell that!
And I really hate it when someone [else]'s code calls me by my first name.
Doing so without asking is an offense, be you a primate or a java servlet. Not
being able to turn it off (Fsck you, amazon!) is merely further aggravation.
Most of the people who casually call me by my first name are in point of fact, not my friends. They are more likely to be relatives or co-workers. Or it's spam of some kind. *sigh* Friends and family are more likely to be able to get my attention my more obvious ways, including: the mobile phone, email, IM, or by grabbing my hair.
It seems I am to miss out on the pleasure of bribing all of you into writing stellar testimonials to my good character and gentlemanly conduct. Maybe that is not such a bad thing after all, as a few people reading this do actually know me.
Update: And I am no good at these goofy profile surveys. I'll probablly do a post later just on that. And Nym has listed my as a friend on her Friendster roster. Thusly: You are connected to 1852 people in your Personal Network, through 1 friend.
1: Emphasis and color are theirs. And the person whose nym that is was smart enough not to give them a "real" first and last name, since they don't need it for the service they are (allegedly) providing. Point to her, taken from my pile.
2:Roughly: american school child paper folding (lightly derogatory). I can still make rings, wallets, and sometime balloons, but the higher art is lost to me.