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… right after I finish my next game of Scrabulous.

Unlike the easily excitable folks in Marketingland — a mythical place of which I’m a day-time observer — the newly announced Facebook Ads do not excite me. Ads delivered according to user profile data? Information fed to my mini-feed about what my friends are buying/eating/fondling? Branded pages (that actually already existed) with widgets that allow me to show my love for their businesses?

Bugger off.

This is what’s going to justify Facebook’s US$15 billion valuation?

As soon as I start getting notes in my feed telling me “Steve has just bought a toothpick from eBay”, or, “48 of your friends have bought studded butt-plugs from Wal-Mart”, I’m getting the hell off Facebook. Already, I find basically no reason to use it. If it weren’t for Scrabulous, I would have left already.

I can’t be bothered uploading my photos to it, the novelty of the wall has completely worn off (not that it was ever really there), and I’m through with catching up with old friends. They’re old friends for a reason.

(Just kidding, Englebert.)

I’ve said it before: Facebook is over-hyped. Now I can say it’s massively over-valued.

Like a contact recently said to me, “It’s a nightclub. Hot one night, empty the next night”.