Hock Show Weekend Top Five for February 7th – 13th, 2010
1. It’s the Olympics! I don’t hold the same reguard for the winter Olympics as I do for the Summer, mostly because there’s not as many stupid events to watch in confusion (curling and the biatholon are no badminton and handball), but I still love the Olympics just for being what they are. Unfortunately, somebody’s already died on the Luge track, so it’s already not as fun as the last year.
2. Google Buzz Is Still Terrible. Google Buzz, their attempt to replicate whatever it is Facebook does, got off to a rocky start last week, launching with a feature that automatically followed everything suggested to you. Meaning that your friends’ friends’ friends could basically stalk everything that you did in Gmail. They’ve changed it to a method where they just suggest followers/folowees. But it’s still stupid.
3. Speaking of Facebook…What the Hell? Facebook rolled out its new homepage this week and…if the first major profile page took facebook from tolerable to bad, this one took it from bad to…unreadable. The feed is now more illegible than ever, you can’t access your friends list in any way from the main page, and good luck trying to access any of Facebook’s normal features with fewer than 500 clicks, because they’ve somehow managed to make it even more inaccessible. It almost makes me yearn for the stupid simplicity of MySpace. Almost.
4. Happy Valentine’s Day! Also Chinese New Year and President’s Day! I hope you all got your Chinese significant other a box of chocolates shaped like George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. Ok, maybe not. But I love silly holidays as much as anybody else, so I’m really digging this time of year. Have fun with it, you crazy kids!
5. John Mayer Should Probably Just Shut Up. Unlike most people, I don’t mind John Mayer. I don’t think his music is any good, but I find him to be fairly amusing and remarkably self-aware about his place in the music industry. That said, you probably shouldn’t be going around telling every magazine who will let you into their press office about your sexual conquests, the emotional insecurities of your girlfriends, and calling your penis a white supremecist. Because that’s just stupid. That’s enough, John Mayer.