Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Brave New Web

Today at Parenting: Brave New Web.

Boy I’ve been slacking on blogging lately. I figured I should write about where I’ve been lately… And in case you didn’t read it before, I’ve been Facebooking.

As much as I love Facebook and the Internet, technology scares me. I worry it will be one of the wedges in my future relationship with my kids. For example, when I have to call them and ask them how the hell to turn on whatever futuristic gadget they have gifted us and then demand to know why I need it. And start every sentence with, “You know, back when I was your age…” etc.

At what age will I be over the learning curve hill? Is it going to be apparent when they know more about technology than I do?

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Addicted

Me: Hello. My name is Janet. I’m a Facebook-aholic.
Other Pathetic Addicts: Hello, Janet.


Linked In, MySpace… thou art so lame in comparison (okay, LinkedIn is cool if you are actually looking for a job and trying to be all serious or something).

One of my Facebook friends has 340+ friends. Wha–? I think I’m at my max at 21 (ooh, another request just came in — 22). One of my other friends is friends with Gavin Newsom (whom, incidentally, I met at her 30th birthday party). I know this because I’m hunting down other people I may know like I’m a 17-year-old loser sitting in my parents’ basement on a Friday night.

I love seeing the groups others belong to; e.g.: I hate the Colts and Peyton Manning more than anything else in the world, and I’m a Bostonian and I’ve seen the guy on the bike who makes the siren noise, and Unlike 99.99% of the Facebook population, I was born in the 70s.

Awesome.

I want to alter how I met everyone to “We hooked up…” so that everyone thinks I’m a big slut. And, so G doesn’t know if I really did hook up with them or not. (JUST KIDDING, G!)

Are you on Facebook? If so, call me… (or poke me. As Michael Scott says: Whatevs.)

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New post on Parenting up, about our decision to move to Chicago. Or move to a city. Or move out of the suburbs. Or all of the above.

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