Farcebook

As surprising as this will be for all of you, I am usually a bit of a cynic. So when I received an invitation to join Facebook from a friend with whom I used to work, my initial reaction was not to bother.

I never really got into the whole myspace thing as it seemed more an avenue for slef-promotion (read wankery). Facebook seemed more of the same. My friend pestered me, and not being one to resist peer pressure, I signed up. You know what, I actually like it. Here are a few more things competing for my time...:

1. An attempt to run as many on line games of scrabble as possible. You can play more than one game against any one person. Who would have thought you could have this much fun on the internerd, even taking account of the easy access to porn?
2. It is important that I grow my Vampire, Werewolf and Zombie armies. There are no words to explain how important this is.
3. There really are other people out there who like Ladytron, Depeche Mode, Sigur Ros, Goldfrapp, Portishead....Not only that, but they are happy to disclose the fact. You have no idea how validating this is. You also have no idea how embarrassed I am to have just used validating in a sentence.
4. I have so far managed to get back in contact with friends in England, Hong Kong, Geneva. Yes, it actually works for what it was intended to do. Ridiculous.
5. Trying to find a photo of oneself that is even slightly cool, or at least sufficiently so to be able to put it up as my profile photo. This may well rival global warming as an issue. Self-portraiture has never been a strength, whereas I do recycle.
6. Budgeting my lunch money so I can utilise it for its best food fight potential. Trust me, getting hit with a lobster shows so much more love than pigs feet.

No, I am not telling you where it is. You think I want you lot knowing who I am?