Well, I spent a productive Easter weekend stuffing envelopes advertising the GHP’s Reception. Around 400 or so have gone out over the past three days. I am told American Masons book late: we will see 🙂

In the meantime, what is it with Facebook?

I use it in the way I think it was meant to be used:

– as a site for occasional comments; an opportunity to ‘Like’ – and even briefly comment – on a friend’s Post, if that Post happens to pop up during an occasional visit nobody is going to trawl through the hundreds of Posts which were added over the last several hours, so similarly I am not offended if all my friends don’t wish me ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘Like’ my witty Post!);
– believing that the Messaging tool is there to remind you to get around to contacting someone when you have time (not ‘Answer me instantly, dammit!’); and most importantly:
– that the reason one appears to be online all the time is because some of us are too technologically challenged to know how to switch that annoying feature off, so as long as my laptop is on it apparently looks as if I have no life and spend all my time on Facebook!

However, some people seem to use it as a place to bleed. There’s nothing more embarrassing than to read about someone’s breakup or divorce on what is a public site (being monitored by the FSA, so we’re told). Others use it as mass psychotherapy, when they should be going out with a trusted friend and getting drunk.

But a special place in hell is reserved for those who seem to think Facebook is their entrance into your personal space! Case in point. Someone write to me yesterday evening asking me a question. I though t an interesting question which I would answer today. However, when I woke up this morning I find a snotty message ending with ‘forget it!’

Believe me, I will forget it.