So someone wants to be my friend on Friendster. Yawn. God I’m popular. Blah blah blah. Except – what’s this – they have a user number of something like 750,000!? My god, how many people are on this damn thing!? So I go digging around in the ‘new people’ pane and the user numbers are around one million two hundred and fifty thousand! That’s insane! So I dig around and figure out you can get your own user number by clicking onto the second page of your list of friends. Assuming, of course, that you have that many friends. (Shines fingernails, looks smug.) And it turns out that my user number is 2175. Which I think demonstrates how awesomely cool I am, until I then figure out that the person I know with the lowest Friendster number is Azeem, which rather puts paid to that theory. (Shit-eating grin to camera.)
It’s such a shame we didn’t figure all this out earlier – I’d love to have tracked this stuff in some way – see a graph of how the member numbers have gone up over time. (Much like Mr Webb did with the Blogger post ids. Which makes me think – did he ever make that public? Hmm. Probably not.) So anyway – now I’ve got all these friends, what am I supposed to do with them? I had a sudden realisation that for many of my friends, I’m the only gay person they know. The whole point of Friendster is that you meet hot cool people through the hot cool people you already know. Then you make out and move in with each other. Which all rather depends on (1) Having cool friends and (2) Them knowing hot poofs. Darn it. This isn’t going to work at all…