It has been ages since I've last posted. I've now got a Facebook page but my queries are confined to ridiculous "quizzes" which help you to understand, "What font are you?" "What character in Star Trek are you?" "What kind of cheese are you?" You take the quiz and your friends comment.
It's a structured social playground. Like a play date for adults. Scheduled and structured social participation.
And I'm still mildly addicted. I have yet to find out how to manage the updates. I don't need to know the daily status points of a bored housewife acquaintance. "I need a nap." Or, "What's that piece of cheese doing on the sofa?"
I rarely post a status. Mostly you might see, "Penny is..." And not because I'm trying to be cute, but I can't figure out how to prevent myself from updating my status unintentionally.
Other weird things on Facebook:
-Why did my ex- invite my parents to FB? They promptly signed up, knowing nothing about Facebook and suddenly they appear as my ex's friends!?
-Why does my ex's new gf want to constantly post on my wall (I've now discovered how to "hide" my wall. Woo hoo)
-Why do people put their name, email, phone, photo, and birthdate on their profile?
-Why did i initially think it was fun to add people from high school? (I ended up de-friending most of them, this was before i discovered the privacy tools)
Anyway. Am back to my blog. It is like an old friend. My log of life.
Friday, June 05, 2009
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