OK, I’ll sheepishly admit I have a Facebook account. For my money, FB is a 21st century AOL, slow, quirky, noisy, and spam-filled. A cacophonous virtual din. Still it’s used by millions of people who see some value. To them, rock on and enjoy. Perhaps I’m too generationally challenged old to appreciate all the bells and whistles.
Nevertheless, there are a couple of FB uses that I do like. The first is the ability to retrieve photos, like the one of my beautiful granddaughter that I used in the previous post.
The only other way I use FB is to play the most egregious time sink game I’ve ever encountered. A TWAC’s holy grail. I speak, even more sheepishly, of:
Oh, the hours I’ve flushed away clicking those tiny plots, laughing at the out-of-scale nature of things on Farmville1, and marvel at a place where brown cows yield chocolate milk, and where such items as grain silos, small ponds, and even other houses can be stored in a tool shed.
Still, those days will soon be coming to an end. I’m a level 44 farmer, I can plant, buy and give away anything in the store. I’ve gathered all the ribbons I can realistically gather2. I say soon, because I want to master at least 10 crops. And have a villa. By the time that happens, though, Farmville will probably have some other gimmick to keep me in the fold.
Once a TWAC, always a TWAC, I guess.
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