Skip to main content

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.

Popular posts from this blog

Tales From The Supermarket

Bob and Brenda worked in the supermarket. They weren't check-out clerks. And they weren't stock-boys. Brenda sure wasn't. And they weren't employees who worked in the fish section or the deli. No. They were on the shelves.

They hadn't been on the shelves very long but in that short time they'd developed a considerably close friendship.

The chatted all day when the store was busy and at night when the store was closed. They talked about everything. The talked about what raw products they came from. The talked about their manufacturing processes. And they talked about the long routes in semi-trailers that brought them to this store.

Oddly enough the one thing they never made clear to one another was just what product each of them was.

One day when Brenda was commenting on their friendship she told Bob she was grateful for their amity. "Are you Tea?" said Bob, pekoe-ing her way. "I thought I was Tea". You're coffee!"

This week's Tw…

My Back Pages - November

I read five books last month bringing my year to date total to 61, well past the 50 I estimated at the beginning of the year. And I've yet to get through December.

The month started out with The Nix, the debut novel by Nathan Hill which has been receiving a lot off positive reviews. In it Hill flips back and fourth from the 1968 Chicago protests and 2011 in a desperate search for the truth behind why his mother abandoned him at an early age. In between Hill takes on politics, the media and addiction as well as other aspects of society. It's a well-spun tale and I quite enjoyed reading it.

Next up was the auto-biographical I Am Brian Wilson of Beach Boys fame. This was somewhat of a scattered affair but an interesting read nonetheless. Wilson - or his ghostwriter - however is no Hemingway.

Then it was on to one of my favourite authors, Ian Rankin and his latest tale of now retired Inspector John Rebus, Rather Be The Devil. I never tire of these stories and this is the 21st in …