Forget sniffing rubber cement or Mr. Sketch markers, for a real addiction check out Facebook. I haven’t seen Mr. Friend for 3 days and he wasn’t responding to my hilarious text messages during the season premiere of 90210 so I decided I better go and check on him. He answered the door in his PJs (a tattered t-shirt from a Northwestern dorm event from like 500 years ago, shorts & socks that didn’t match) with huge bags under his eyes. Apparently he came across Facebook,searching for old schoolmates, in hopes to confirm that he was far more successful than them. Since then, he’s been adding friends, poking people, super-poking people, writing on peoples’ walls and taking useless polls like “Which Sex in the City character are you?” (Mr. Friend apparently is Charlotte…go figure!) Not sure how to help this guy, but there’s no way he’s going to be able to work on more New Yorker cartoons in his current state.
I Don't Get It!
Thu, 2008-09-04 00:47.