Oh bugger... facebook's changed again.

Since it's a Sunday night and as I've gone all Arthur Dent recently and started refusing to get out of my dressing gown, I've spent my evening in a lowly lit room sat on facebook. Yes, I'm cool. As you may have noticed, facebook has changed again. So we can shortly expect a rush of status changes complaining about how it's changed and that it should change back, which personally I find more annoying than the initial change itself. It seems that the main changes this time are enhancing it's stalker capabilities. Instead of wading aimlessly through their profile to discover every mundane aspect of your friends existence, you now get it thrown at your face as you click on their profile! Wonderful! One such unwanted piece of information you can attain is what languages people speak. unfortunately Traditional Yorkshire Dialect and Elvish aren't there. However, Surrealism and Klingon are! Once again, Wonderful! I was also unhappy to see that you can now tell everyone about what sports you're interested in. As for me, I believe that everyone who likes any form of sport should be crucified on a rugby post until they come to their senses and realise that there is very little entertainment value in watching uneducated fuckwits kicking a ball and shouting at each other.... and the ball. This bitterness may just be because I was always picked last in the playground football matches at school. Or it could be that I'm right and Sport is pointless. you decide. Anyway, rant over. I'm now going to leer at the ice and snow outside until it melts away and I can safely walk down the street without resembling a penguin. Night!