If I was writing a movie based around the current scene at FriendFeed, I would cast you as the big, evil corporation and all of us FriendFeeders as the people at the community centre standing in the way of ‘progress’. But I don’t write movies and, frankly, Channel 7 News isn’t going to show up to our placard-filled rally.
So, I am simply writing you this letter.
I am FriendFeed. I have the shirts. I have the stickers. I co-host the FFundercats, a podcast dedicated to FriendFeed. I have skin in this game. I also want to assure you that I am not a Facebook hater. I was every one’s Facebook guy (still kinda’ am) and have held an account there for a long time. But still, my blood runs FriendFeed Blue…
If someone were to tell you that your entire high school experience essentially boils down to the memories and opinions of the football captain or the head cheerleader, they would be sorely mistaken. Defining my years based off the experience of a small section of ‘popular kids’ belittles all the friends made, the things learned and the extra cur