So, I finally caved-in to the pressure. I’ve joined Facebook (“FB” as everyone refers to it). That’s what I tell everyone.
The truth is, I gave Twitter a try and summed up that it was like being in a classroom full of energized second graders, all raising their hands because they have the answer. So, my FB test drive begins with first impressions about the same—maybe just a little more complicated or convoluted than Twitter.
Really, I suppose there’s no surprises in FB thus far. It’s pretty much what I thought it would be—95% fluff and 5% substance. As my friend Dave said the other day, “Near-dead relationships can be kept on life support via FB.”
“Radio Nowhere.”—Springsteen
“Internet Nowhere.” —Facebook
Regardless, if I really want to make a serious go of this, I’ll need to develop my FB sorting/navigation skills so I don’t waste so much time that leaves me feeling like I just watched four hours of vapid TV. Who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind or maybe not. Regardless, I’ve already received a few messages that accuse me in so many ways of being a FB party-pooper. I won’t refute that—there are worse accusations one could suffer.
Considering making me your friend on FB? Consider it... seriously.
1 comment:
Gosh, after reading this I just want to give you a big warm virtual smile :) and heck, while I'm at it, a "green beer" to boot. I'd send you an invite to join my mafia gang but I don't have real time for that so hope the above will suffice (lol). Glad we had this chat. Can't get enough quality time these days.
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