I was chatting with a friend the other day, who asked me if I happened to know how to delete a Facebook post. “Sure,” I answered without hesitating andÂ went onÂ to tell her how.
Afterward, the “wow” factor hit me like a wave! I really do know how to delete FB posts as well as do lots o’ other super cool “techie” stuffs that today’s typical teenager (or toddler, even) takes for granted. Like uploadingÂ photos. And linkingÂ to videos. And attaching “thumbnails” of my blog to my FB “status reports.” For someone whose fingers were once stained with the purplish blue ink of carbon paper, I have more than awakened to smell the cyber cafe coffee.
I have, dare I say, arrived.
It’s been a long, strange trip from those Dark Ages daysÂ of Ye Ole Smith Carona typewriter, mimeograph machines, and the personal fax (facsimile) machine as a coveted luxury item. And so I beseech you: be gentle with me.
To those of my Facebook friends who have sent me Super Pokes, invitations to Slide Space Fun, or who have otherwise offered to share videos with me andÂ rake my um…”sea” garden, please know I appreciate the props. If you’re wondering why I haven’t responded,Â I could point out that there are but twenty-fourÂ hours in a day. Truthfully, I don’t technically knowÂ what those things are, though they do sound vaguely, deliciously dirty.
Likewise, I find the preponderance of spam emails promisingÂ that “women will be amazed when you drop your pants” somewhere between vaguely unsettling and moribundly mortifying. Thank goodness my high school locker room days are long behind me.
I’d say more on the subject and perhaps I will–rightÂ after I logÂ on to Facebook and check my “wall.”
Happy Memorial Day,
PS Mid-May contest winner announcement forthcoming, so please check back post-holiday.