by C.L. Phillips.
I have descended into that special hell reserved for teenagers, college students and shameless self promoters. Facebook. That's right, I now have a Facebook fan page.
Twitter I pretend to understand. With a 140 character limit, there's only so much trouble a person can get themselves into. Unless you are Alec Baldwin. I like twitter because it makes me funny. As I shave letters and even words from my messages, they become sharper and more amusing that I can ever be in person.
But this Facebook thing? No limits? You gotta be kidding me. What do you write about? What is worthy of a status update? I had to face the truth today. Nothing I do is wall-worthy. Even the snarky comments I self-sensor in my mind cannot pass my test.
I am powerless to understand this social media mega-tool. So I ask you, my dear friends, just exactly what in the Sam-Hill-Do-You-Post-On-Your-Flipping-Wall? How frequently? Can anything fall into the Too Much Information category?
Right now, I am teetering on updating my status every time I shove a piece of chocolate in my mouth. But that seems like a cry for help.
Your favorite facebook noobie.
p.s. Will you friend or like my page? Pretty please?