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The Art of Facebook Comment Thread Hijacking

Okay, I've shared this kind of thing with you before but a hijacking I participated in last week was too funny not to pass on. It's amazing the twists and turns these things take. They're so full of apparent non-sequitors it's like all the participants have attention deficit disorder.

One of the points Jen makes in the article we soon all ignore - you all remember the lovely Minnesota man magnet Jennifer Brown from Tribal Blogs - is that for some of us blog writing is suffering because we spend too much damn time on the Satan of social networking otherwise known as Facebook.

Well, today I kill two internet social activities with one post.

Oh, and remember, for the purposes of Facebook I have a secret alternative identity where I'm known only as John Bray...



Comments

Mikewj said…
Huh, I forgot to eat breakfast today.
nonamedufus said…
You probably ate too much pot roast yesterday and just weren't hungry.
nonamedufus said…
I think this is an art admired by only a few. Like two...you and me.
meleahrebeccah said…
I always miss all the fun.
nonamedufus said…
Well keep an eye out. Michael Whiteman-Jones and that dufus guy are always hijacking Facebook comment threads. This one, which ran over 3 days, may have been a bit much for a blog post. But it was funny, no?
meleahrebeccah said…
VERY FUNNY!
And you can always hijack my FB page!
nonamedufus said…
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think the length of it scared some of my readers off. Hell, I think it scared a lot of them off.

Keep an eye out. There could be a hijacking coming soon to a blog near you.

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