About an hour ago I noticed that Facebook was getting glitchy. I wanted to read the comments to a post, but when I clicked on the link I just got the screen full of fake blank comments like you sometimes get when they’re loading. Then some time later there was an error message saying that I had no internet connection. (Everything else on the phone works fine.) I tried logging out of FB and logging back in, since that’s one of the recommended fixes, but now I can’t log on at all. Again, the error message is that I have no internet connection.
I’ve tried logging via wifi as well as the mobile data connection, but the error is the same.
I’m not in FB jail, am I? (Not that I can imagine any conceivable reason why I would be.) Even if I’m in jail, I should still be able to log in and read the site, shouldn’t I?
All this is also being experienced by my wife, who has a different model phone, though also a Samsung Galaxy.
I’m also unable to use messenger, which really sucks as I use that more than texting. I tried uninstalling and then installing the messenger app, now I can’t even log in.
There’s some incredibly delicious irony somewhere in the fact that literally the morning after 60 minutes aired the FB whistleblower’s segment and while a Facebook spokesperson was on CNBC defending the company, the whole online shebang a bang goes offline.
Assuming they’re all independent and separate, how could they all going down simultaneously be anything other than some massive pre-planned attack? Unless they all rely on the same server or system.
Could it be a hack? I don’t see how FB wouldn’t have the redundancy to handle any possible routine failure/outage, absent a massive regional power blackout.
Like the OP I also wondered if I was on Facebook jail. Even when arguing with an idiot I try to be civil but I have seen some weird suspensions happen.
My new girlfriend and I only ever communicate through FB messenger. Was wondering how I’d be able to get in touch without making a surreptitious call to her work tomorrow, coded to avoid risking grief from her manager. Fortunately she dug up my phone number on an scrap of paper from when we met a couple of years ago and texted me. There’s a load off my mind, but still. Not exactly comfortable with how much I depend on FB for all my social interactions, especially at times like this.
