The rise of Web-networking

I have given in to the Web-Devil.

The constant bombardment of Internet information, as well as nonstop persistence of my mother (a Twitterfreak) has sucked me in, and I can't escape. That's right, folks. I have a Twitter, iGoogle, Facebook, Myspace, and Blogspot page.

When someone like media-mogul Rupert Murdoch doesn't want to buy Twitter when it's hot, that should be a sign that this site is a fad, like MySpace, which News Corp did purchase for millions. But, ignoring my sense of disgust (yes, I hated Twitter), I decided to give it a chance. Mostly because I wouldn't hear the end of it from mom.

I never understood the appeal of Twitter. And for a long time (at least six months), I resisted. I was convinced that the site was for people with too much time on their hands, and I had better things to do. Like go to the beach and socialize. And watch mindless reality television. But, I gave in. I joined the Twitter universe, and now I find myself tweeting with the worst, and the best, of them.

I had already been sucked into Facebook when I transferred from my junior college to university. That was inevitable. But at the time, the site was for college students only. Now, everyone is on the site. Including aunts, uncles, cousins, and random people who knew me when I was 5 and just decided to add me as a "friend." I obliged, because I like to see the number on my friend-o-meter go up.

But I'll let you all in on a little secret. I love it all. I love Twitter and it's ridiculous 140-word posts that are supposed to be witty and informative on whatever subject the writer feels like tweeting about. I love iGoogle and it's specially designed page that will distract me for hours from my online job hunt. I love Facebook and its potential snub-worthiness (no one knows when they're deleted from your friends list unless they actually pay attention, which no one really does unless they know you well). I don't really love MySpace anymore, but you get the idea.