Sunday, January 18, 2009


I was recently invited to join MyFace. Or SpaceBook. Or was it FaceSpace? Whatever. It’s a website that’s currently all the rage—even with people of my discerning age. Since I like being invited to things, especially popular things, I joined up.

I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into.

Once you belong, it sort of looks like you’ve joined a cult—granted a very happy one. First you fill out a Profile. This is where you enter intimate details about your life, like where you went to college (I went to four), what you do for a living (write columns), and what your hobbies are (joining online groups I know nothing about). They also want your marital status, so I know it’s not just a front for one of those Dating Sites.

Still, I left that part blank.

Ignoring the distracting Botox ads, I move on to Photos. I don’t have any, other than the one taken five years ago that’s on my website. That’s because I don’t know how to put them on the site. It’s certainly not like scrapbooking, where you just tape them to the page.

Next I go to my Wall. This is where some of my 53 Friends have written me notes. William asks, “What’s new and exciting?” (Nothing.) Danna wants to know, “How was the clam chowder?” (Good.) Carole says, “What is this site all about?” (No clue.) I haven’t written back on their Walls because I have too many other Wall-notes to read from the rest of my 53 Friends.

The interesting thing about this FacePlace is that I can sneak into my Friends’ sites and read what’s on their Walls. Like Cherie’s Wall (she has 119 Friends!) She’s doing exciting things like “attending the Obama inaugurations on CNN” and partying with her 119 Friends. She invited me to join the Tango Diva group.

I don’t know what that is.

Ignoring the Wrinkle Cream ad, I move on MaryElizabeth’s site. She has 816 Friends! She has famous Friends like Jeffrey Deaver and Linda Fairstein and Lisa Scottoline. I decide to steal some of her Friends so I can have more—which is apparently perfectly legal.

I click on Mario because his name sounds familiar. Will he accept me? Ignore me? Out and out reject me? I don’t like rejection. Even by people I don’t know and will never see in my life.

I look at their pictures to see if they seem Friend-ly. I avoid the ones who look like flowers or their pets. Then I look at the picture I put on my Profile page to see how potentially new Friends are judging me. I look ridiculous. Now I have to have a new picture made. Maybe get some of that Botox and Wrinkle Cream first.

There are still more links to explore, like the one called “What are you doing right now?” (Nothing.) There’s also a box that says I have “1 Friend Suggestion,” “1 Event Invitation,” “3 Nicest People Requests,” “2 Smile Requests,” “1 Blue Cove Request,” and “4 Little Green Patch Requests.”


I realized I’ve just spent an entire day adding Friends, writing on people’s Walls, and reading their Walls. No worries. My goal is to have more Friends than any of my Friends have.

I just don’t know what I’m going to do with them all.


Blogger A Suburban Farmer said...

LOLOL! You just know how to sum things up, my friend! It's just a different world out there.


January 18, 2009 at 5:59 PM  
Blogger Nanny Jane said...

this is very funny.. I want to know why I didn't get a mention... :(


January 18, 2009 at 7:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

thanks! that was very funny! I am glad I am not the only person who wants more friends than my Friends have ;) Still laughing!


January 19, 2009 at 1:07 PM  
Blogger Karen said...

I just love this column! Actually, I like all of your columns and I save them.

I am a member of Facebook and MySpace but only because some sweet friends invited me and I didn't know how to decline. At 60, I still have a problem with assertiveness!

Now that I'm there, I'll get an email telling me somebody has left me a message. Why they couldn't just send me an email, I don't know, except what I do know is that their message is for me and about 9,231 others--their "friends". I don't know how to do a thing at either place. All I know is that I don't want to join twittr (where, oh where is the "e"?)or the other twenty "social networking" places.

My 10-year old niece invited me to "imvu" and, after several minutes of roaming around the site, I found it more confusing than Facebook. I wrote her back and asked if we could just stay in loving touch via email, please.

January 20, 2009 at 10:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Penny! It's me, Mystery Group Carole's daughter! The one who lived in Hiroshima! Why am I using exclamation marks! Ahhhhh! If you click on Hagerdash, you can visit my website! This is exhausting! Bye-bye!

Carla Beth :o)

February 7, 2009 at 5:58 PM  

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