Face to Face
I am a total geek...or just really looking for a diversion with two finals in less than 14 days. Any excuse I can get, I'll let my mind wander.
The other day, I'm catching up on MetroDad; he's like the JD Salinger of daddy blogging (the brilliant recluse writer in Manhattan). If you're not reading him, you should be.
I'll pretty much do anything he recommends. In fact, any time I have a dilemma, I often say to myself, "What Would MetroDad Do?"
Last week, what does he talk about...well honestly, a lot of stuff. But in that post he mentions he's now on Facebook. I think to myself, "Facebook? I thought that was for high schoolers. Shit, if he's on it, I need to do it."
With that, I create a profile. I upload 8 pictures until I'm happy with the one that balances anonymity and the slightly sexy, but obviously off-limits 40 (but tauntingly looks 32) year old. I once again, continue to struggle with programs made for people half my age as I attempt to load address books and join networks. Crap, what this man puts me through to look cool.
Once I got my profile all set, I load in everyone I can find. This whole program is based on the number of friends you have connected to your profile. For the love of God, I send out over a 100 Christmas cards. That has to count for something.
I locate almost 50 people and send out requests. I'm dying for some validation that I'm cool. I wait almost 5 hours for someone to confirm me. (Seriously, where are you guys when I need you most?)
Finally my email buzzes that I've been connected with someone.
Turns out my first friend was Ava's 16 year old daughter. Cripes, I was in her parent's wedding. (yeah, that's me on the left side back in 1991.)
Veronica, thanks for taking one for your dad's old friend. Hopefully, I didn't embarrass you too much at school.
The other day, I'm catching up on MetroDad; he's like the JD Salinger of daddy blogging (the brilliant recluse writer in Manhattan). If you're not reading him, you should be.I'll pretty much do anything he recommends. In fact, any time I have a dilemma, I often say to myself, "What Would MetroDad Do?"
Last week, what does he talk about...well honestly, a lot of stuff. But in that post he mentions he's now on Facebook. I think to myself, "Facebook? I thought that was for high schoolers. Shit, if he's on it, I need to do it."
With that, I create a profile. I upload 8 pictures until I'm happy with the one that balances anonymity and the slightly sexy, but obviously off-limits 40 (but tauntingly looks 32) year old. I once again, continue to struggle with programs made for people half my age as I attempt to load address books and join networks. Crap, what this man puts me through to look cool.
Once I got my profile all set, I load in everyone I can find. This whole program is based on the number of friends you have connected to your profile. For the love of God, I send out over a 100 Christmas cards. That has to count for something.
I locate almost 50 people and send out requests. I'm dying for some validation that I'm cool. I wait almost 5 hours for someone to confirm me. (Seriously, where are you guys when I need you most?)
Finally my email buzzes that I've been connected with someone.
Turns out my first friend was Ava's 16 year old daughter. Cripes, I was in her parent's wedding. (yeah, that's me on the left side back in 1991.)
Veronica, thanks for taking one for your dad's old friend. Hopefully, I didn't embarrass you too much at school.
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posted by Steve at
8:49:00 PM
5 Comments:
I accepted you. It makes me feel young.
The girls both came upstairs and said, "Ummm, Uncle Steve has a Facebook account?" Sure, I guess so. "He sent a friend request. I assume he is okay to accept, correct? I mean, it's not like when Uncle Keith sent a request," says the 16-year-old who also works at Banana Republic (see, an in with the discount).
I've found a lot of old people I know on Facebook. I'm pretty sure it won't be that long before there are profile pages and friends on the AARP website.
I have employees who all use these sights and finally hooked me up. Does it make me sad or cool that Elvira is my friend. I think it makes me cool but they just look at me wierd. LOL
Shit. I gotta do another web thing?
Damn, it took me this long to get used to MyBlogLog. Besides, it's just another thing my work probably filters out so I can't waste time on it at work.
The internet is becoming too... crowded.
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