28 April 2004

Wot larx I’m having, now that I’m hatched into the world of Breedster. Cutting to the chase of foaf-social-networking-doodads with its basic fornicate/ingest/excrete framework is a stroke of genius; you occasionally bump into people on the grid, but it’s not like you interact properly or anything. You just eat the other person’s dung. Partly satirical of the Friendster craze, it also in many ways suceeds in replicating real-world social dynamics far better than many of its equivalents: you want to hang out with the people you’ll breed best with. Or who shit the kind of things you like to eat. For your information, I eat blue, I poo red – so I’m not part of the dreaded Green conspiracy

I tell you, this is better than Orkut anyday.