Jump the Shark

Here it is: The "Don't Tag Me In This Photo" T.

Don't worry.  No one's going to tag you.  Because no one is going to be hanging out with you, because you are wearing the lamest T-shirt ever created.

This concept reeks of the impending fall of Facebook.  I don't think anything has needed to jump the shark this bad since the use of the phrase "jump the shark" needed to jump the shark back in 1998.

People have been accusing me of being too mean recently, though, so as an act of charity, here's a link to where you can buy the shirt.  May god have mercy on your chest.

[via The Daily What]

Apparently, Playboy mogul Hugh Hefner joined Twitter about 18 hours ago (at least that is the time of his first ever post).

As of right now he's on post #6, which is exactly the number of posts it took him to realize that he doesn't need to sign-off each post with " – Hef".  We know it's you, Hef.  That's kind of the point of Twitter.  (And you only get 140 characters, use them wisely: Less about yourself, more about the girls.)

He submitted six posts in his first seven hours.  Somehow I doubt he'll keep that kind of stamina up.  They've yet to create a Viagra equivalent for Twitter (unless you count "teenage hormones").

But here's the question I pose: Who will be the person who joins Twitter who will officially cause it to "jump the shark"?  Or did someone already take that honor?  When an 83 year old man adopts the technology, the end of its hip-factor can't be far behind.

[via Buzzfeed]

(P.S.  I hate the phrase "jump the shark" – a phrase that has obviously jumped its own shark – but I also think "past its prime" is past its prime, and, after that, semantically, I have run out of ideas.)