I said communicate with friends, not "friends". I doubt that more than 10% of those 254 "friends" give a shit about your last vacation, and maybe 25% of that 10% give a shit about your BBQ.

If that is your experience, then I suspect your life is sad and lonely. I can tell it's already bitter since you've degenerated into swearing.

This gives me incentive to shake my mouse while browsing.

In other words, don't do shit that would ever cast a shadow of doubt on you, EVER. They are betting literally Billions of dollars on you, along with the livelihood of all your cow-orkers, and are not about to take any chances of you screwing it up while drunk at a party, dancing with a lampshade on your head. Wanna drink? Get loaded at your own home all you want, just don't be late for work, and make sure you can pass a piss test in the morning.

There are plenty of people out there like this, and if you don't fit the bill, someone else will. As long as you're not after that job, it won't matter to you, though.

the cyberscholar Viktor Mayer-Schönberger cites the case of Stacy Snyder — who was denied a teaching certificate on the basis of a single photo on MySpace

At those resolutions the horses can never shave close enough.

It makes no difference for sick bastards like the OP, who are clearly into ponies.