One girl I know posts every 5 minutes with status updates that have included, most notably, a selfie of her meditating with her eyes closed (very prettily, of course).
I'm sure I remember reading ages ago about some sadsack from a long time ago who dedicated his life to writing a diary - only he didn't summarise the most interesting events of the day in a couple of sentences, he added a new entry every 10 minutes or so. Quite often, all he had was "Passed a good, firm stool and approximately a pint and a quarter of urine". I think he thought he was genuinely adding valuably to the world's information mine 'for the ages'. Sad, really, as he probably wanted to leave a priceless memoir for his loved ones to remember him by, but I bet, as soon as he died, they said "Euw, that's minging!" and chucked it straight into the fire Thank goodness this was long before FB existed. Ironically, people like this rarely have time to do anything exciting, as they're using up all their time cataloguing the boring, rubbish things.
However, this is far from a new thing, just because FB is now the preferred medium. Surely it's nothing more than a more modern (and frequent) twist on the classic Janet & Roy letters?! They have a whole year's fascinating activities to draw from, yet still only apparently have an ingrowing toenail 'incident' or particularly good carvery lunch to regale you with.
It's a surreal yet beautiful image, though, to think of all these wild French parties characterised by dreamers chilling and partaking in casual illegal suppository use. Crack is just a name for the drug itself, not how you're meant to take it 