Well, I’ m on Facebook anyway. My Darling Daughter is horrified and made me swear never to attempt to “friend” her. At the time, I didn’t know what that meant so I had no problem making the promise. Of course, now I’m curious to see what’s in her profile. But I’m resisting.
At any rate, I joined the Facebook crowd because a local writers’ group moved their communications on to it so I had to if I wanted to keep up. Since then, I’ve wasted immense amounts of pleasurable time updating my profile (who doesn’t like to list their favorite music and movies?) and writing on my friends’ walls.
The most fun has been reconnecting with folks from college whom I haven’t heard from in decades. Hearing about their families and work has been fascinating.
I even “poked” someone although I still don’t get the point of it. However, the little caption that said “Poke Gordon” was irresistible and I figured Gordon wouldn’t mind. He says he counter-poked me but it never showed up on my page. A glitch in the sofware perhaps…or perhaps it’s that Gordon and I are the wrong age to use the “poking” mechanism.
I feel very au courant and hip now which probably goes to show how unhip I truly am. (In fact, I think anyone who uses the word “hip” probably isn’t.)