The world has officially come to an end. The seas have turned blood red, the sky is on fire, and I hear the hoofs of the four horsemen approaching. I joined Facebook today.
I have always felt that Facebook has it’s place for those who are not gifted with mad-uber-tech and zen-computer-fu skillz. I never felt a need to join Facebook because I figured that if you knew me, you knew this is my web site (it’s on the bottom of all of my personal emails — just a click away) and you had all my contact information… if you wanted to talk you just had to send me an email, video chat with me (skype, AOL or Yahoo!), or just use the phone — I’m in the book. And here, on my own personal domain, in my own little electronic kingdom, I control my privacy completely. If you don’t know me, my personal information on this site is pretty sparse and I feel confident that you’re not using this site as a resource to stalk me or my family.
Over the years I’ve gotten many friend requests for Facebook and for one reason or another I didn’t join. Reasons included requests sent to my work email address, personal privacy issues, my impression that Facebook was just another re-branded version of MySpace, and Facebooks own EULA. My content, whether you find it to be inane drivel or not, is mine and I will not grant license to any company or organization to use it as their own. Ever! The only thing left that we can honestly claim as our own is what we think, feel and say. There’s no way I’m giving that up to a corporation. Then again, I’m jaded. I’ve seen people lose their reputations on-line. I’ve seen people lose their jobs on-line. I’ve seen people lose their identities on-line. I’ve seen people lose their life savings on-line. I’ve seen people lose their children on-line. The Internet is a lot like New Jersey, it’s got it’s really nice parts, and it’s got drawbacks, and it’s got it’s really bad parts… except the bad parts of the Internet are way worse than Newark ever was.
So, now that you know my true, honest feelings about Facebook, I’m sure you are wondering, “Why the hell did you sign up?” Well, my brother came over for Christmas and, as a Facebook addict, he had to get on my iMac to tag someone’s wall. I gave him the bah-humbug-facebook-shpil and he said, “Naw! You gatta look here… check this out.” So he gave me the tour. Everything I’ve seen before except one thing. One thing made me say, “Crap! I have to join Facebook now!”
My 89 year old Aunt was on Facebook!
So, I read the EULA again, and three sections of it turned my stomach. But, my 89 year old Aunt Edna on Facebook outweighed the drawbacks enough to make me join. So I’ve joined, but there is no way I’m uploading any content of any considerable value to their site. If you desire anything of substance from me, if you want to read anything other than a “LOL! you goof!” or a “Yeah, we need to grab a beer this weekend.” you’ll have to read it here. Where, for whatever it’s worth, I own it. It’s mine, all mine.
With that said, Facebook gets a minimum amount of personal information about me. If you know me and friend me on Facebook, you’ll always have a quick, easy link to this website and you’ll always have a link to my photo gallery.
Well, that all happened. It’s all true. But there was something else. Aunt Edna was the #1 reason I joined Facebook. But there was one more thing that tipped the scales in favor of signing up at Facebook — Google Wave. Google Wave integrates with Facebook. So I don’t actually have to login to Facebook to participate in the conversations there. I can do it all remotely, from Google Wave. That to me is just cool. I’ve grown to be a google fanboy of sorts, and anything that makes me use Google Wave more, can’t be a bad thing.
Google Wave might actually get me to sign up for Twitter too…