Is Friendster terrifying?

otherwise known as "the creeps."

I can see how it's, you know, "cool" to talk about what a drunk you are amongst a certain group of friends or whatever, but I would never want a coworker, boss or otherwise superior to accidentally find me on Friendster and see that my interests are "Drinking, drinking and drinking" and that my preferred music is "Rock N' Fuckin' Roll!!!!" or that I'm looking to meet people for "casual sex at their place during lunch hour or after work."

You can always just act like, "Ha, what a joke that was," but I still think it would leave a bad aftertaste.

http://www.foester.com

man, talk about a pro-bono habit that's gone to waste on some people.

I have more fictional, non-human, or celebrity friendsters than I do flesh and blood friends. Yay hallucinating hermits!

Fr'nstance, find the profiles of certain Happy Mondays, and dig their Friends lists...

Friends :)


Message: Hi, Norwegian viking here, on longterm work visa
in Brisbane, looking for fun & a reason to not
go home yet. :) Are you into older guys and anal
sex? Add me if you are... ;)

hugz,
E*****

the whole thing is a project of john ashcroft's to find out who knows who. that way, when one person is arrested for subversive activity, everyone will be.

Not sure if this pic will work, but what the heck...
http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/97/1517927/386742656013m.jpg

http://www.friendster.com/user.jsp?id=1517927

There are three people whose bookmarks I can see. One is an ILXor. I'm perfectly fine and unweirded out by it because I like him. The second one is a gay guy from CT who's kinda cute in a goofy way. Unfortunately, he lives in Connecticut and I am a lazy ass; ergo, I won't even bother. But again, I'm not creeped out about it.

The third has as his primary picture of what look like a man's gentials after being surgically removed from the body. He describes himself as a body-modification activist and surgeon.

Actually, this isn't creepy either, insofar as I don't think this guy is gunning for my balls and is probably not a horrible human being at all, it's just the picture and the idea is so ooky that it makes me not want to look at my bookmarks ever again.

after ten minutes or so of this, one of the girls said she had to leave to go to cheerleading practice. he was obviously intrigued and said 'i wish i cd go see u cheer'. 'i bet u do!' she said. he solemnly typed '*lol*', almost flaunting to me that he was clearly not aughing out loud. this carried on for a few minutes, lots of '2's and 'u's etc, at one point he, in internet chat 'action' speak, leaned over and pinned a rose to her dress, while kissing her. her well-received reply was a simple *blush*. at this point, he realized he had been spending too much time with his one special lady, advancing the intimacy to the flower-pinning chat-action level and all, and frantically tried to keep up with the rest of his harem, 'yah homework sux :-)', 'that sux u shld stop being freinds with her!', etc etc etc. finally, cheerleading rose-pinned girl had to go actually cheer, and he gave an identical signoff message to all his girls, 'i got 2 go now, email me ok? :-)' and closed the chat program.

at this point i breathed a mental sigh of relief. thank god this creep, this monster, is done with his disgusting 'rounds'! he rummaged around in his filthy backpack, which i took as a sign of preparation to leave, but he only pulled out a smudged spiral notebook. after flipping through a couple indecipherable pages (one seemed to have car repair bill additions on it, a terrifying reminder of his adulthood after all the forced teenager masquerading that was the only thing id seen from him, he found a page of six or seven scrawled email addresses, in the same cutesy template of his previous chat partners, 'bamagrrl27', 'hotstuf27', various cat- or flower-related ones, etc. he then opened his hotmail account (his email address was earl-something, contradicting his previous 'ray') and began to email all of them flirty pleasantries, more drawn out but nearly identical to what he had just exchanged with all the chat girls. one of them apparently was going to be staying in georgia this weekend. he offered to let her sleep at his house, and told her to call him as soon as she could, have a great weekend, etc. (by now he was clearly so obvlivious to my presence that i took it as a opportunity to write down his phone number, if you want to call him its 706 548 5097). advancing his already likely-prosecutable 'seduction' into real world sleepovers was too much for me, and at this point i got up, leaving my not-yet-checked out books at my seat to show i was returning, and walked across the room to whisper this creep's intentions to the computer lab librarian. he was bothered with some computer problem of his own, and sympathetically told me that he would check it out in a minute. i went back to my seat secure that my neighbour was going to get all that was coming to him, ejection from library premises, banishment, imprisonment, castration.

when i returned to my chair he had apparently finished the day's emailing , and replaced the notebook in his grimy jansport. he then typed a full web address into the microsoft search engine (a common practice at libraries, but understandably more disgusting to me in this instance), a lengthy subdomain, something ending with 'freeadult.com'. i quietly groaned in disapproval. the website quickly loaded and at first there was nothing visibly pornographic, a red background, black text of links to questionable words like 'CRUSH' and 'HEELS'. he clicked on heels, and a jpg of a womans thin leg appeared, her foot in a black high heel. excitedly, he pushed his chair back in what i can only assume was sheer joy, clicking the image to make it appear larger. there were many more pictures of 'heels' there, and he treated himself to each one: a click, an excited scoot, a twenty second stare, and onto the next. by now i was totally unable to pay attention to my own screen, glancing over at his and then back to the busy librarian as if to say, dont you see, i was right to tell you, why are you putting me through this? i felt the shamefully righteous pang of censorship i had gotten once before, when i threw a new hardcover book i had just found (asmarmy black panther 'expose' written by a white neo-conservative) into a restaurant dumpster.

after his appetite for 'heels' was sated he closed the multiple still-open picture windows, and i allowed myself another relieved sigh, ah, finally, thank god. but of course, he wasnt done yet, and almost proudly reopened the search window to type in another full web address. the actual text of it was jumbled and i couldnt make out what it could possibly be, but i hoped and feared the worst, hoping it would be horrible enough to get him expelled forever, fearing i might vomit if i saw another 'u can come stay at my place :-)'. the site he loaded, this time, was 'giantess videos', cheap-looking movies of tiny, ugly men, obviously acting against a bluescreen, and giant, giant women. the men looked up at the women from their huge countertop, they stood on their clothed breasts, they kissed their humungous lips, and, astonishingly, none of it was pornographic. he watched mpg after mpg of this stuff, now entirely unable to contain his sick glee, whether from getting away with this in the public library or just simply just having such an unbelievable perversion to begin with. i wanted to stand up, to shout to everyone else in the room, to do something. at this point i should say, im as liberal as youll probably find when it comes to fetishes, but my puritanical impulses had already been inflamed earlier, and now he was insulting my 'normal' sexuality in the most flagrant way thinkable. okay, yeah, enticing a minor into his dark bedroom is 'wrong', but even the historical puritans did that. this, however, this was full-on, no quotes, inarguable WRONG. just as i watched this parade of horror continue, his giggly squirms in the square wooden seat, his motivated click at each bizarre link, the library intercom announced they were closing, come check out books now, leave the computer labs, etc etc, and this man, this, this PREDATOR, followed the order dutifully. while all the other patrons continued nervously scrolling their stock market listings or bet.com music profiles, he stood up, a bit wobbly, from lust i presume, and practically dashed out of the room (or, at least the best a fat 50-something man who is desperately concealing an erection can 'dash'). i sat at my computer, silent, stunned that this world can even still contain sexual kinks yet unseen. so yeah, i think friendster is a little creepy.

(nice story btw. public computer lab suX0r)

Trife wins the Momus 'Unreliable Narrator of the Week' award.

I'll bet 'you' did!

one thing i dont understand, is friendster creepy because this guy looked at it, or not creepy because the guy didnt look at it.

i think friendster is somewhat creepy, in the anything in which personal information is revealed opens itself up to something like this, and, yeah, moc/l&c (and to an extent friendster) opens itself up to this more than most, with page after page of young girls staring seductively slightly off camera, with profiles that are sexual/unavailable, which seems to be the alt-onlines take on virgin/whore. with the 'you can look all you want pal, but you will never ever be able to touch, but all my friends can', making these sites a theatre, a show, a platform on which to perform as a created self, which naturally will make it appeal to guys like trifes library man

my most recent testimonial:
"TO SALT TWO HAMS: Two days before they are put into pickle, rub the hams well with salt, to draw away all slime and blood. Throw what comes from them away, and then rub them with treacle, saltpetre, and salt. Lay them in a deep pan, and let them remain one day..."

Is Friendster a form of self-expression?

luna, i will add you, when it is up again. although i prefer to be addressed as 'bee-yatch'.

I don't care if these hottie girls know I'm looking at 'em!

I hope, by some strange chain of causality the exes I've checked in on find him through this new feature, fall madly in internet love, then realize my techno-bunburying during some sort of in-person tryst.

I'm in there, use my address, send me friend requests, etc.

Laurel completely OTM - this is what Friendster's first and last use is for. They may be lagging behind myspace in allowing you to make your homepage look like a neon abortion, but there's no excuse for not having a Friendster account.

if only I hadn't revived this thread

now we're getting somewhere

I think, maybe, the guy doesn't understand that the addition of "non", to the beginning of a word, makes the word mean the opposite

x-post

1. how to get rid of pimples
2. balenciaga bags
3. how to win an ex back
4. mazda cars
5. emotional iq
6. love test and quizes
7. romantic date ideas
8. quizzes
9. relationship quiz
10. sony psp

1. personality test
2. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
3. mitsubitshi evo
4. true love quiz
5. bikinis
6. mazda RX-9
7. polyphonic ringtone
8. free mp3 songs
9. zodiac love match
10. love spells

he was obviously intrigued and said 'i wish i cd go see u cheer'. 'i bet u do!' she said. he solemnly typed '*lol*', almost flaunting to me that he was clearly not aughing out loud.

at this point i breathed a mental sigh of relief. thank god this creep, this monster, is done with his disgusting 'rounds'!

he then typed a full web address into the microsoft search engine (a common practice at libraries, but understandably more disgusting to me in this instance),

this man, this, this PREDATOR... stood up, a bit wobbly, from lust i presume, and practically dashed out of the room (or, at least the best a fat 50-something man who is desperately concealing an erection can 'dash')

Uh... what?

'yah homework sux :-)'

I suppose the ref to predator was based on the fact that he was clearly perpetrating a fraud in order to acquire something of value to him. But you have to wonder how many times he was chatting with other frauds like himself.

I saw all these faces from college and high school and just the idea that all these people are still in touch gives me the grossy-gross shivers.

I know, right?

This is the end, my friend(ster)

So not only will Friendster be a distant memory but the Onion jokes about it will make no sense in the future.

this thread title seems so quaint in retrospect

"I saw all these faces from college and high school and just the idea that all these people are still in touch gives me the grossy-gross shivers."

What happened to this??

Alive and well from where I'm sitting.