for the sake of those of us who are not active on FaceBook
Damn, we're a tiny breed, us Facebook-spurners. Well, perhaps YOU might not be on Facebook (or f**book, as I call it) for different reasons than *I'm* not on Facebook, but these days, it's a serious breach of Millennialism to be thus "out of the loop."
I knew I never liked FBook even while I used my real name, but the kicker came when one day I logged in from some alien computer and forgot my password-and entered the wrong one one too many times for the likes of F**erburg. The consequences were almost in the realms of silly, if they hadn't been so infuriating: FBook actually wanted me to scan and upload a piece of photo ID to reinstate my account!
That was the day I vowed never, in any way, to allow FBook-or any other entity-to actually possess any personal information that I wouldn't hand out to, say, a potential employer.
And I'm normally not the conspiracy-theorising, Dubya-engineered-9/11-type of guy. But in this case, They Went Too Far.
Never mind; if anyone wants to know where I work (Bottle Sorter at
the Saudi Association of Peterborough) or my higher education (Anthropoetry at the University of South Australia) or where I went to high school (Oman) they just have to get past my randomly-created name (Durknit Pentex) first.
Now I think I'll just go hang out on my Geocities page.