When Facebook announced that they were going to implement user names (vanity names) on the site, some buzz started amongst users. When Facebook started promoting the change by giving it a virtual “countdown” to the implementation, the buzz became a real roar.
Twitter was aflame with “OMG! Have you chosen your Facebook name yet?” and “Facebook announces vanity names. Y U need one for your social marketing.”
These were endlessly retweeted and nearly every Facebook profile started sporting status messages like “My new name’s gonna be CAPTAINX” or “I’d tell you my chosen Facebook name, but then I’d have to kill ya.”
The implementation was set to happen at 12:01am Facebook time and users were poised at Facebook.com, on their home page, waiting for the moment they could click the link at the top of the page and make the mad rush to ensure that they got their chosen profile name.
Even I was sucked into this. I sat on the page, hovering over the link and waiting. My friend even left the movie theater early to make sure she got home in time to claim her name, since I guess the other 2 people in the world who share it might rush to get it. When the clock ticked, I clicked. Then I clicked a couple of more times because half the planet was apparently clicking too and it was SLOWWW.
When it finally came through, I quickly entered my choice: “pizza.”
Stupid Little Caesars got to it before me. Lamers. (Actually, it turns out some guy name Chris has this one)
Taken? Craig Anderson, you suck!
Panic! What to do! My list was only the first two, the third was just a panic response. When that was gone, I was sweating. Would I be “id=503310668” forever? AUGH! Must. Have. Facebook. Name. Need. Facebook. Name.
In my wide-eyed panic, I typed “agranoff” and it was available. Eureka! I took it. At least it had something to do with who I am. Right?
Now that I had my killer new Facebook name that would make it easy for my friends to find me there, I was prepped. If anyone asked what my name on Facebook was, I’d be prepared. Ready for it. On the tip of my tongue, ready to go. Preparado=Agranoff.
So far, no one’s asked. Nobody. Not a soul.
Maybe this Facebook name thing was over hyped.