My Facebook friend count dropped from 140 to 139 the other day and I can’t figure out who I lost. It was really bugging me too. Eventually I conceded that it’s too late: there is no way of determining which friend dumped me. But I’ve since jotted down all the names of my current Facebook friends so if it ever happens again, I’ll know who it is. (And yes, you’re right, this is just as pathetic as it sounds.)
I should strive to be more like my buddy Theor, who is the lead male vocalist in my band, The Blue-Eyed Hermits and One Black Guy. I was his very first Facebook friend. He has a self-imposed limit of eight Facebook friends. Whenever a ninth person wants to be his friend, he either says no to them, or he dumps one of us eight. I’m sure he sleeps easier at night knowing there’s no way anybody’s ever gonna dump him without him knowing who it is.Or maybe I should try to be more like my good friend Tom Ato, who is at the other end of the Facebook friend spectrum. Tom is a giant crocheted tomato with 350 friends. I’ve known him since way back in his relatively obscure pre-Facebook days, when he had only two friends. Tom’s the Original Drum and Bass Tomato. He doesn’t even care if his friends dump him. He’s that secure in his own skin. Speaking of Facebook, there are 1,011 pictures of my niece Kati on Facebook as of this moment. Do you think that’s some kind of record? I think it must be. If I looked like her, I’d probably have 1,011 photographs of myself on Facebook too.
There are only 706 Facebook pictures of my other gorgeous niece Lindsay, who is pregnant with the first baby of our family’s next generation! This is going to be the world’s best loved and most photographed baby. I’m going to be Great-Auntie Zoom! I’m going to knit an umbilical cord hat and the sweetest little booties and a sheep blanket. The baby is still a secret since Lindsay’s only been pregnant for a day and a half. We’re allowed to blog about it but we’re not allowed to say anything on Facebook just yet because the baby’s paternal grandfather is out of town and they don’t want him to find out on Facebook.
Have you noticed there’s a distinct look to the vast majority of Facebook pictures? Someone did a study of Facebook profile pictures of guys named Ryan in New York City, and I think the results can be generalized to guys everywhere. It’s called The 20 Male Poses of Facebook. (Hat-tip to Schmutzie for this one.)I don’t want to leave the women out. I can’t provide links to any equivalent studies, but here’s a typical Facebook ‘Girls Night Out’ group pose. (I didn’t even have to go looking for this – it came across my Facebook news feed this morning.)
One last thing before I head off for the Tofu Challenge: How do you like the brand-new Facebook format? Personally, I think Facebook has been over-zealously over-improved. Either that or I’m just rigid and inflexible and stubbornly resistant to change, which is entirely possible.