Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Facebook Can Be Fun!


Now that I've made a little headway toward understanding how it works, I find that Facebook can be fun. Many of my smart, witty friends are there exchanging brilliant, pithy repartee. It only takes a minute or two to dazzle a whole host of people, if you're brilliant and full of pith.

Somehow, when I say something like, "I am going to bed", or "I'm going to take a shower and wash my hair," my friends on Facebook transform the simple statements about the minutiae of my life into dazzling conversation-starters. I am not kidding. This is not snark. It's not me. It's my smart friends.

I tried Twitter, but I was in and out in a matter of a couple of hours. It's not for me now, but I never say never, because you never know, right?

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  1. yea, I am having fun with it too, but I didn't know I had so many friends.

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  2. I like Facebook.

    I stalk celebrities on twitter.

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  3. Muthah, I had no idea about the number of my friends, either. We are friends, aren't we?

    Alice, are we friends yet? I have so many that I lose track. Not bragging. Just saying the truth.

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  4. I was a holdout too, Mimi. WHat finally convinced me was my oldest daughter talking about graduate school out of state. I knew I needed another way to stay in touch. Now, I find it kind of fun, but it can be time consuming; I try to look at it only about once a day.

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  5. FB is a great way to organize a party!

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  6. Well, look at that! Mimi has learned a new trick. There's hope for us all. I confess that I don't check in daily and mostly I check on my kids and grandkids, but it's also fun checking in - or, in your case, Mimi, checking up - on friends.

    I'm with you on Twitter, however. Mostly, well, from my experience anyway, it's annoyingly narcissistic. I mean, I'm all for some healthy narcissism, but that's all a bit much for this healthy narcissist.

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  7. We're not friended on Facebook yet. You can find me under Karen Akins Swartz. Trying to get a stupid user name but Facebook isn't cooperating.

    Twitter is loads of fun. You have to follow the humorists.

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  8. Well, Mimi, you and I kept waiting - in vain - for a slow dance at Dear Friend's birthday party, but it seems we have moved into at least one small segment of the "with it" world. You lead. I follow.

    I hear one can buy bread pre-sliced these days but prefer cutting my own home-baked loaf.

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  9. Ah well. I see that a good many others fell into the same trap.

    Rick, I need to exercise a bit more discipline about FacebooK than I did today. I spent too much time there.

    Piskie, it is that. Y'all partied well after the arrangement on Facebook.

    Elizabeth, write on my wall.

    Paul, you slice your own home-baked loaf of bread! Now that really is fascinating. I wish I could have a taste.

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  10. Facebook can be narcotic. It is however really great for staying in touch with a diffuse family. I check it almost every morning and then pop into it when I cannot stand another job application form. It helps.

    FWIW
    jimB

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  11. If Wounded Bird indulges, from time to time, in irony, the BB indulges, from time to time, in colorful exaggeration. I do sometimes bake bread and I much prefer slicing my own to taking a slice out of a plastic bag, but most of the time I do the latter just like everybody else.

    I would love to slice bread together with you, but not on our knees. I am not young enough for that. (And clean up your minds, people!)

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  12. Jim, the whole damned internet is narcotic. What will you do when you get a job? I know we will all miss you.

    Everyone, Paul is gay! That is not irony nor is it colorful exaggeration - at least, I don't think it is. There. I dragged you out of the closet.

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  13. My kids refuse to link up with me on Facebook, they don't want their friends to know what their mum gets up to.

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  14. Mimi, it's not the first time someone I consider a friend has ripped off my closet door by the hinges; only this time I still consider that person a friend. Luv ya, doll, in a chaste, respectable manner that GP should approve.

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  15. Erika, your kids are at the age of embarrassment about their mother. My teenage daughter wouldn't even walk with me. She was always at least 5 steps ahead of me wherever we went. "I'm not with her!"

    MadPriest, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

    Facebook is instant gratification. No one at the Chin Wag pays attention to me.

    Paul, luv ya back, Sweetie, in that same chaste, respectable manner that GP should approve.

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  16. Mimi, first the digital camera and now Facebook! At this rate you'll soon be using your mobile phone to have Twitter post status updates to Facebook.

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  17. Mike, I'm just learning to text on my phone, and I'm really struggling. Twitter will have to wait. I learned texting in England, because folks were texting me about meetings, but I didn't use the function here, and I had to learn all over again.

    The first message I sent to DP was words all run together, because I didn't know how to do spacing. The only sure way to reach my daughter now is through text messages, so I'm having to relearn.

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  18. Well, I suspect it won't be long before there's a newspaper article about The Texting Grandmere.

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  19. When I'm a bit more adept, I'll give the local reporter a nudge, Mike.

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