At the prodding of some of my officers, I went to Facebook and made a profile and now I’m in the world of friend and people who want to be my friend and other people who may be my friend and walls and things that I don’t get at all.
I’m told that this is good and better than MySpace because you can approve who becomes your friend. I wouldn’t know because I thought the age cutoff for MySpace was 12 and the rest were pedophiles. Of course this was my personal opinion and no way reflects the opinion of my employer, their employer, friends and my dog Rotweiller Roxy, born of Satan and who lives to search out my next victim for our weekly “Satanic Saturday” at my house, according to some.
They are idiots and need to be reminded consistently. So there! I laugh at your yuppie scum attitude and I wish you many years of gastric unpleasantness!
Anyway, I think it’s kind of nice but I don’t know all the rules. I’m afraid I’ll add a new friend that I don’t want.
If you have a friend, their friend can be your friend and then ask you to let them in the door to your Facebook world. It’s like the six degrees of Keith Richards. It could be anyone. Are they friends? I don’t know. It’s too early. You can come on and say you’re my friend but (scoffing sound) how do I know?
They come “a-knockin” because they have something or someone in common with you. I got several requests for people to be my friend. I saw the photos. I have no clue who these people are but they should try cleaning up before we move forward in this relationship.
Some people have a couple of hundred friends listed on their page. What’s that about? They don’t know all those people so it’s definitely the six degrees of Kevin Spacey thing. I am bothered by the low numbers on the “My Friends” section so I may open it up to include more friends. At least they could design a section called “Whoever.” How about “People Who I Really Don’t Care For So That When I Talk To I Have That Phony Smile On My Face” section?
Ah, why take all this so seriously—Face out folks.