May 2, 2008
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Xanga.
I’m so tired of finding reasons to hate Xanga the company and then having to figure out whether my connections here to people I enjoy is more important than the bullshit.
Case in point:
I don’t give a flying fuck about ‘points’ and never have. I don’t use those stupid expanded smiley things, and think less of people who do. I do not want to take a survey, I am a Lifetime member, and apparently also True. I will not hand my private information over to a third party who is not subject to the privacy agreement I have with Xanga. I have ignored this stupid ‘get points for being a dipshit’ ad in my ‘universal inbox’ because I know it comes with the territory, but DO NOT REDIRECT ME TO A FUCKING SURVEY.
Got it?
Do NOT do that. You’ve already got my life basically uploaded to your server, where it could be used towards just about any end. You have my billing info. You have the story about the time I almost drowned in a kayak. You have the pictures I took in Idaho. If you’re not smart enough to make *that* information pay somehow, then you’re really, really, REALLY stupid for inviting it from me in the first place.
I’m tired of being insulted around the edges. I’d really appreciate hearing news from an official source that whoever signed of on this redirect was canned. That’s right, treat me like a 10-year-old, get fired. Good riddance.
Why does the Xanga management have to be so completely shortsighted about this? Are regular users now a liability who must be driven away with bullshit?
Comments (15)
phew. Im scared of you.
this really fucking pissed me off today. I even (stand back) wrote an angry email about it. yeah, don’t get in my way.
I felt a flash of annoyance when redirected to that page, and for a very different reason. I am in a demographic in which those pollsters have no interest. I wasted my time previously, trying to take a survey, only to learn that my opinions are valueless to them.
Xanga has my life, my identifying info, my memoirs, most of my friends in this world, and a lot of my affection. Beyond its faults, it’s got a lot to recommend it. I’d recommend it, but I won’t bore you with the reasons when you’re in this pissy a mood.
*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*rant*
It’s good for the soul.
p.s. While we’re talking about new Xanga things, did you ever wonder how they decided on “15 minutes” for the time after submitting that you can edit your comment?
I completely relate. I was just thinking that when I logged on just now and got redirected to the survey page. Gah! I’m so sick of these “extras”. I know Xanga has to have a “face” like Facebook and other newer sites, but come on. I really can’t stand this crap.
this is why I never log out
“Is this The End?” I ask my co-generationists. Having been 18 at Woodstock, and accustomed to being asked every 15 minutes what I thought about Life, it was odd to see myself being thrown from the redirect sign-in survey page into the trash can when I told them my age.Hey, don’t they care whether I favored Owsley’s creations over the budget-brand?
I never log out either, sean.
The reason I this pissed me off so much is that, like I say, I’m tired of being insulted around the edges. A little bit here, a little bit there…. Some ‘minis,’ a never-ending succession of content quality filtering schemes, all of which fail, but nevertheless give the illusion of… well…. something.
The banner ads. The ads in the inbox. The promotional gimmicks.
It’s just an insult to one’s intelligence.
Oh. And fucked-up comment formatting, which apparently only affects *me* and no one else in the whole universe. It went away, and now it’s back in the comment I just left.
I mean, come on. How many times do I have to complain about it?
I’m feeling really fortunate right now, because I have not (so far) been redirected to a survey. Which is good. I can’t stand those stupid things.
I also decided to try a survey, and discovered that I could not earn points because my demographic was of no interest to the survey company. Enough. My life is finite, and I am trying to avoid the Xanga stuff that fritters it away, with no value to me.
Yah, me too.
I love this:
“If you’re not smart enough to make *that* information pay somehow, then you’re really, really, REALLY stupid”