I received several funny birthday cards yesterday, including this one from my pal David:
David knows how to make Facebook walk and talk and it’s become something of a running joke between us that I can’t work FB into my social life.
Let me say, for the record, that I willingly stipulate that Facebook is a really wonderful tool. I’ve created accounts three times now. And deleted (no easy task) them all. For me, Facebook is like going to my 10 year high school reunion. Every night.
This is where FB aficionados try to explain all the ways you can configure the service to control who you friend and who you ignore, etc. Please. This is not my first rodeo. I know a little something about how to get around online.
My most recent run at FB was solely for the purpose of trying Facebook Connect. It is quickly becoming the de facto way to log in to new social networking sites.
So I created an account (again) and added one friend (David) because it appears you have to have at least one friend. I made every feature private. At least every feature that gave me that option.
Within hours I began receiving “friend requests.” Mostly from people with the last name “Mays.” It’s unlikely they all happened to search and find this minutes-old account, so I assume the nice folks at Facebook blasted out an alert to everyone that shares my last name. It’s that kind of shit I just don’t care for. So I canceled the account. Again. But I’m still getting email notifications of “friend requests.” I’m filtering those to trash.
And a final plea to you Facebookers… don’t take this personally. This has nothing to do with you. This is about me (famous break-up line). I hate it when the Group Leader says, “I’d like for you to break up into groups of four,” or “Turn to the person to your right and…”