Facecrack? Crackbook?

Although I cannot remember what Tanya called it, I had to agree. 

My previous ownership of a “Crackberry” did nothing for me since I had to keep asking Josh to make it do what I wanted. I could not figure that thing out. My first generation iphone, however, is easy and a thing of beauty  (I’ll get a new one when they add a copy/paste feature ) I wouldn’t call it a “Crackphone” though. It just works, easily.
 

Friends kept saying I should join Facebook and I kept getting email invites, which I deleted. 

Something, someone, somehow prompted me to join. It has become my crack… friends, pictures, notes, maps, links, supporting causes, etc.
 

On Facebook there is a “twitter-like” feature. I hated the idea of Twitter–a whole system devoted to updating people on a minute to minute basis about what you’re doing. “Just finished brushing my teeth. Wow, that felt great!” Are you kidding me?! I got rid of that account about 2 seconds after realizing what it was.
 

Now that I’m on Facebook, damn if I don’t enjoy reading what people are doing during a minute slice of their day. I know Amy wakes up around noon every day (what the?!) and Ashley has been sick and Jennifer (whom I haven’t seen since 1991) just got back from Cancun. I don’t update mine very often cause I don’t want people to know how frequently I’m actually checking my page. 
 

Crack I tell ya. Crack. Just say no if someone wants you to join. Don’t feed into the peer pressure (if you do give in, be sure to invite me to be your friend).