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the endless arrogance is what bothers me the most about Zuckerberg.

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There once was a guy named Zuck...

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In my case, it was Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land..."

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The maker of the hand calculator that got me through engineering school?(Reverse Polish still makes sense).

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Hastur Hastur Hastur

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Sure look the same to me...

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Plus some really great recipes!

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Going after their cash and prizes is really all that scares them. Zuckerberg would just be the neighborhood nerd without the fat funds.

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One of the reasons I never went on Facebook to begin with was because I was a computer nerd with serious concerns about them. Among them was that (at the time), you couldn't delete an account, and the next was that the privacy settings were either non-existent or virtually impossible to get to. Add in Zuckerberg's statements even in college blowing off privacy concerns, and I decided "it's not for me." Although my family does occasionally ask if I'd create an account, I never regretted that decision.

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Its better than his real face, obviously.

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Funny - I almost added something about 'eldritch horror' in my non-comment about Zuck's face above/below..

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Never thirst, my friend.

I had that, Dune, and Even Cowgirls Get the Blues enter a mind softened by redbud and blotter circa 1976. If that explains anything to ya.

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You kinda have to feel bad for a dude who looks so very much like a sentient thumb.

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lol! My husband is good at reading people and when he says somebody "doesn't have a good face" he's not referring at all to physical attractiveness. Every time he sees a picture of Zuckerberg he says, "That guy doesn't have a good face."

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We never joined either, because, a) we already had a landline, a camera and access to pen, paper & stamps. If we wanted to chat, we’d call. If there were any photos you might enjoy, we’d mail them, and b) growing up in the 50s & 60s, we were raised quite aware of the TMI phenomenon.You didn’t mind other people’s bidness, and you didn’t share every hairy detail of your own with the world, Besides, we figured the Feds already had more than enough on everyone already...

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