I've watched my daughters spend/waste countless hours Facebooking. I've never really understood the social networking side of the internet, but its appeal is obvious. I actually registered on Facebook some months ago, so I could view Mitt Romney's site and do a post on it. I had no idea, at the time, that this meant that somewhere in the vast wilderness of Facebook, I had a page.

Tonight I got an email from the Facebook "team" that said:

Roger [Simon] added you as a friend on Facebook. We need you to confirm that you are, in fact, friends with Roger.

To confirm this friend request, follow the link below:

The Facebook Team

Such a demure, third-party request! It's almost 19th century. I quickly assured the "Facebook Team," i.e., some anonymous software somewhere, that Roger and I are indeed friends.

This led me to check out Roger's Facebook page--hey, Roger, where's the photo?--and it caused my ten year old daughter to track down my own embryonic page, which, as I said, I didn't know existed. We spruced it up a bit.

The last thing I need, of course, is another web site to worry about, so I doubt that my Facebook page will get much attention. Still, it's not every day that you get an email that allows you to officially add a friend to your list. I'm beginning to understand why my kids like Facebook so much.

UPDATE: This post was up for less than two minutes, I swear, before I got an email saying that Arthur Chrenkoff, who I believe lives in Australia, has added me as a friend. There may really be something to this Facebook thing.

Posted by John at 09:23 PM  |    |