I’ll try anything once and I do. So my foray into Facebook has had mixed results. It’s upped the ante for my sassy one-liners (did I really need help there?), but honestly, it just might be too much social networking, too late in life. Anyone of the ten people, who might read this blog, knows that it has suffered since the onset of the facebook. And even worse, today I have been “unfriended” for the third time (what the hell?), and by someone I wouldn’t have really given a shite about in the first place one way or the other. (Confirmed during my formative facebook days, who knew it would come to this?) Now I kind of dislike a randomish acquaintance, a person I wouldn’t have given another thought to had it not been for this facebook situation.  But who knows why I have lost friend privileges? Maybe he quit the FB himself? Maybe I posted one Marky Mark video too many? Who can say?  Quite a swipe that “unfriending” is though. I’ve only done it once myself (had it coming, he knows why).

Even so, there are the positives: reconnecting with long-lost friends, funny shared information, that 16 square feet of saved rain forest, lurking in the shadows of the lives of others, making contact with minimal effort, sharing my backyard gopher and weeding victories, drinking binges that don’t ruin my life, the potential for the Lance Armstrong alert at any time, my public declaration of love for my hair salon, Hawaii, Billy Bragg, the Taj Mahal, and tree bark. Can I really give all that up?

Perhaps now that the learning curve has plateaued, the novelty worn off, I can use the thing responsibly. Strictly for bombarding Jennifer with those creepy lil’ green people and 80’s music videos, cyber-stalking, and approving the efforts of the most adept quippers with a hearty thumbs up. We’ll see. For now, I feel a lot safer here in my one-way conversation where I am the queen, I am a tad selective about content and you are much more grateful for my verbiage of 140 characters or even more. I feel better already.