My secret life on Facebook.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 4 comments link this postYes. I know.
But.
My friends and family have been so active on Facebook and I find myself stepping up to the plate and accepting their invitations into various groups and applications. Will, for example, invited me into the "Make Something Day" group.1
My friend Sarah has infested my virtual graveyard with zombies and desecrated my virtual aquarium with hordes of fish, leaving little notes that I'm under "zombie attack!" and that my fish tank looks troubled and that she wishes the fish would eat each other.
And now, with the Gingerbread application which allows me to decorate virtual gingerbread cookies and send them to my friends, I admit to excessive mirth and feverish wasting of time.
Oh, the gingerbread men I've created and yet to create. The Cyclops Gingerbread Man. The Minimalist Gingerbread Man. The Autopsy Gingerbread Man. The "An Art Major Made This" Gingerbread Man. The Leper Gingerbread Man.
If you have a Facebook account, look me up and I'll send you a fabulous Gingerbread Man. I've got a couple more inappropriate Gingerbread Men up my sleeve, but I haven't the courage to send them to anyone but my sister or closer friends. Let me know if you'd like one and I'll enthrall you. You'd be amazed at what I can do with virtual nonpareils.
[So ends the post of the Social Networking Hypocrite.2]
1 Which is kind of tricky since that's what I do, is make things. Nearly every day is Make Something Day for me. Then, of course, I have to sell them, these things I've made, which is what you're not supposed to do. Quandary.
2 Email to me: "Given all your activity of late on it, have you decided to fully embrace the social network known as Facebook?"
My reply: "I still think social networking is dumb. The only thing I like about it is when the friends I have signed up are carry-over friends from real life or that I've already met through blogging. I don't like random strangers signing up to be my friend because it doesn't work for me. It's not a way for me to meet people because it isn't."
So there.
Labels: blogging, facebook, friends, internet
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 11/12/2007 06:42:00 PM
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4 Comments:
Okay, I admit it. I'd love to see the Autopsy Gingerbread Man.
But then I'd actually have to add on the Gingerbread application, wouldn't I?
Sigh. I'm 42. It's bad enough that I joined the "Addicted to Heroes" group. I can't start cutesy-ing up the Facebook page.
A sense of decorum. It's about all I have left.
By 
Keith Schooley, at
12/11/07 22:03
Well, Keith, I guess you get to have decorum AND miss out at the same time!
Because my gingerbread cookies are getting worse and more obscure each time!
By Julie R. Neidlinger, at
12/11/07 22:16
Where is that inappropriate gingerman you spoke up? It has NOT gotten to my page yet.
By Jacqui, at
13/11/07 05:57
Out of respect for you, my fabulous sister, I have tried to maintain a semblance of decorum.
You know.
Like Keith said.
