Facebook let me know last night that I’d been poked twice since… not sure when since. I didn’t log in, let alone check who the mysterious pokers were.
But it got me thinking, despite my disinterest, how I’d feel if Facebook killed the poke. Not terrible, obviously, but I’d miss it. To draw a tenuous analogy, it’s like those cube-shaped SUVs with the asymmetric back windows… Googling… like the Nissan Cube (duh). I don’t want to drive one, but I’m glad they’re out there, doing their thing, being weird.