An Englishman in New England

A lightbulb moment on the train today.

Where is the Anti-Friendster? We could call it "Hatester". . .or better yet, "Fiendster".

Imagine it - collect together a network of people you hate, and find new people to hate through them! Find out exactly how many degrees you're removed from the loudmouthed fuck sitting behind you talking at excessive volume on his cellphone about the hot chick he's gonna get wasted and bone tonight, and hur-hur, yeah you know she did your best friend in the mensroom stall at the club, but fuck it she's hot, and sure, you'll save sloppy seconds for your friend, cos hes your bro, dude, holla. If you're that guy, and you're reading this - you're first in my network of Hate.

The possibilities of this concept, like its cute and fluffy twin, are endless. It could be the first Hating service (as opposed to Dating Service), setting up people who are likely to hate each other at first sight. The connections of rage and loathing would grow and grow - divorces, arguments, fights - all of friendster's disillusioned would inevitably migrate over to Fiendster, until at some point, the system would reach critical mass. Emotions would boil over and erupt, culminating in something not unlike a battle scene from Lord of the Rings.

And I, the creator and instigator of Armageddon, would sit back, laugh, drink beer, and laugh some more.

Afterthought: if any codemonkeys out there wanna bring this special little bit of sunshine into people's lives, I want to hear from you.