Hi, I Am Sad. What's Your Name?

Sorry, but I can't find another word to describe the following but Sad. Sad as in it is sad that anyone would want to check their Facebook status while having sex, or sad that anyone could be having such bad sex in the first place. Unless, of course, you felt compelled to Tweet about your experience. But couldn't you wait until AFTER you were finished? That's called having manners.

Apparently,'net addiction is at a new level: users update from bed, dinner'.You can read the entire post in ars technica.

See ya, off to update my status and look at my blackerry for the 73rd time since 5.03am...