Let's face it, Facebook is addicting

I was one of the last holdouts of my "group." I said I was not going to be on MySpace or Facebook. I was also not going to learn to text on my cellphone. I distinctly remember saying that.

Well, I now have a MySpace page, which I never use, and I am still completely indignant when it comes to texting. (Have you ever noticed how much alike the words "indignant" and "ignorant" are?)

The way I look at it is this, if you want to communicate with me, then either e-mail me or call me. And this is directed to my two favorite daughters, you do remember how to type in my phone number right? Then do it!

But no, they and a host of other tech-saavy people would rather torture me by texting me. It takes me about twenty minutes to text back a reply and one nano-second for them to text back their reply to me. Then another twenty minutes while I struggle to text them back. I hate it plus, unless I have on my reading glasses, I can't even see the texts anyway.

But Facebook is another story. Facebook has chatting. I've never chatted before. I didn't even know what it was. I'd be sitting at my computer and Pop! up comes a little box with "Hey, are you on here?" I have to admit it did freak me out the first few times it happened. I thought I must have done something wrong so I just turned my computer off. The next couple of times it happened, I just hurried up and got off of Facebook.

Contact Kathy Cooke at 446-5838 or Contact Kathy Cooke at 446-5838 or So I went up front and talked to my much younger, much more tech-saavy circulation manager/writer Marie. "How come every once in a while when I am on Facebook, these little boxes pop up and people want to know what I am doing. What's that about?"

Marie says "You mean... those little boxes that pop up in the lower right hand corner?" I looked at both of my hands briefly, raised the right one and said "Yes, the right hand corner."

Marie is a nice person. She could have laughed right in my face but she didn't. I figure another year or so working here and that's exactly what she's going to do. But for now, she said, "They are your Facebook friends and they are chatting with you." I said "Chatting? Really? Well, what do I do?"

So I practiced chatting with Marie first before I went mainstream. I'd send her a chat, then I'd run up to her desk and ask her if she got my chat. No, she didn't. Then she'd send me a chat and I'd send her one back and run up to her desk and ask her if she got it. No, she didn't. I finally figured out that after typing a message I was clicking back on their name, erasing my message.

Now I know I am not the only one out there who has done that. Surely!

I finally figured out I had to hit "Return" after typing my message and I have been off and running ever since. I love chatting! It's like e-mail only faster.

Husband got started on Facebook after I did. I would hear him in his office asking, "Why do all these people want to be my friends? What's going on?"

Okay, I think it's a fair assessment to say that we weren't familiar with Facebook protocol. For instance, I don't understand why some people want to tell everybody what they are doing every second of every day. "Woke up, had Captain Crunch, read the paper." Then "Thinking about tuna fish for lunch. Might take a nap."

I just hope they don't start to include info about bodily functions. I mean, what's next?

Much to my husband's chagrin, I also figured out how to post photos. This latest one of him and his "girlfriend" got rave reviews. I said "I caught my husband in bed with his girlfriend. Luckily, she's a real dog!" I got 37 responses with that one.

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