Facebook Addiction Makes Money
Many people are ashamed to admit that they are Facebook junkies. I’m not afraid or ashamed to admit it. First thing in the morning I too find myself logging into my Facebook home page just to see what my online family, friends and buddies have to say as I sip my real world coffee. Being an admitted addict to Facebook I feel that I am obligated to check on my Farmtown, Yoville, Petville, Fishville, and Farmville activities to see if my bumper crop is ready for my personal intervention.
Hold on a second, Dawn from St Louis just sent me some Flair. Those badges with funny sayings just crack me up! I'll have to find a funnier one to send her in a few minutes. Where was I now?
In-between checking on my virtual farm animals, fish and crops I always feel the urge to send a few shots of whiskey to all of my virtual bar fly friends. And no, I do not feel that it is wrong to send a round of drinks at six thirty in the morning. This is Facebook and the internet; it is noon time somewhere in the world.
Hold on a second, Bob from Detroit just hit me with another virtual snowball and I have to retaliate. Sorry about that. Where was I?
Then of course I have to see if I can beat my family and friends Bejeweled Blitz score in the one minute of time allowed (I swear they cheat somehow). Not that I have a criminal mind but I have to then check in on my Mafia Wars role playing game to see if my energy pack has miraculously appeared so that I may continue building my underworld crime family. And seeing that I am a Mafia Wars by Zynga (aka almost an internet drug dealer feeding my Jones) addict, I must send all of my family members gifts on a daily basis or they whine and cry like babies. I’ve always wondered if real Mafioso people cry like some of these folks do. When my Mafia Wars game is acting up, as it does on a regular basis, I can be found in the fetal position sucking my thumb while one handed typing out my distress to my fellow Facebookers.
Hold on a second, Karen from Phoenix just sent me a virtual heart full of love. She is so sweet that I just have to find the right heart to send back to her. This will only take a minute or two. Now where was I again?
Not to be outdone by the chat rooms, I can harass my virtual real life internet friends with the Facebook quick chat link. Even though I have read every item they have ever typed for the last two months I somehow feel that they might have left some life changing detail out that I absolutely must know. Bathroom breaks and what happened while you were gone for two minutes could be critical information in a later chat session. Did the toilet water flush in a right to left pattern or was it left to right? Did your personal bodily function go down or did you have to send out a distress beacon with a new Facebook potty room application that you haven’t told me about?
Hold one second, Shannon in Houston just started another online pillow fight. She is such a riot! We had a battle royal pillow fight last night till two in the morning. Give me a second while I whack her with an overstuffed virtual pillow. Anyway, where was I again?
Oh, Facebook is making tons of money and I can’t figure out how? Who the hell has all the time for this nonsense?
Well, the very able Eric Eldon has done some educated reporting and the numbers are looking good for the privately held company.
He estimates that Facebook revenue rose as high as $700 million in 2009 and is on track to hit $1.1 billion in 2010. Facebook did not comment on the estimates. – Los Angeles Times
I have to run, I just signed up for Vampire Wars…
Papamoka
Labels: addiction, chat, Facebook, Farmville, games, gaming, Internet, Mafia Wars, Networking, online, Zynga
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