So I just joined Facebook and if you’re not a member, get to work! It’s a virtual community made up of you and your friends. What's not to like? I found friends from high school, college, work and the gym. Friends that live in other states, other countries. I’ve caught up with an artist buddy in Mexico (yes you Hope Swann), and another in Kansas City, MO (Alysia Metcalf). I’m talking to Texas, Capetown, and New York City and I've only been on the site a week. Okay, make that a weekend, but it was the whole weekend. I’m now harassing acquaintances and friends of friends to be my friends.
On my page, I’ve posted photos from my travels, pictures of the dogs, grandma’s farm, and a link to this blog. Folks who traveled with me to Johannesburg, Capetown, and Costa Rica can now see my photos of the trips. (Lauren and Elise, Switzerland is there too.) I’ve joined a group called I am a Charlotte Native and even considered I Secretly want to Punch Slow Walking People in the Back of the Head. I’ve announced as a fan of Peace and Gay Bingo. (No, Dad I'm still straight. --not that there's anything wrong with that.)
A box on my page notes when it’s somebody’s birthday which means that other people get a note when it’s my birthday—all I really care about. February 27 in case you still refuse to join Facebook and need to jot it down on your flimsy scrap of paper tacked to the refrigerator. (Mom)
You can send people good karma, poke them, spin them in bubble wrap. You can post a “What you’re doing” as often as you like. A sample of Hope’s post: “Hope is caffeinating.” A sample of mine: “Laura is badgering Hope.” Privacy doesn’t seem to be a problem. The only people who can visit my pages are the friends I invite. Facebook also has a “Report this Person” button at the bottom of every page. I reported Hope twice for making fun of my profile picture. I’m sure the Face-biblia policia will arrive at her casa any minuto. About now you’re wishing I'd add a “Report this Person” button to the bottom of this page.
These are 2 of the Profile Photos
rejected by Hope. We finally agreed
on the one you see over to the right on the blog.
You might, reader, think Facebook is for teenagers. Nope. Not even close. My friends range in age from 24 to 80. Okay, the 80 year old (you know who you are, Tom Perkins) won’t answer my friend request, but still. So that’s my Facebook story. I’m waiting for you to send me good karma. This is your invitation to be my friend.
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4 comments:
Ah, would that I could join Facebook, but the 'net police are watching, so I dare not. It's too bad, because I have friends in many places who don't use email any more -- they just post on Facebook. Makes me feel like I'm communicating in the Dark Ages.
Still, one day I'll retire, and then I can reunite with the rest of the world...
facebook should hire you, or at least give you some royalties, that's one of the funniest intros i've read about it :)
personally, i like that serial killer look of the choices but you know i'm crazy right?
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My sister and I like to call it fakebook. We were on for a fortnight and had to call it quits. Too many stalker aka friends combing through your photos, never to make one comment. So called amigas collecting friends as if it were some kind of popularity contest. We now call it erasebook. I love your post and glad you are having fun with it!! I also loved the recent youtube facebook song you posted. Genius and true!
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