Exactly. It doesn't really lend itself to conversations of any more depth than single sentences shouted over the noisy background music at the local bar. Which may actually be the appeal, I don't know. You can nod at arm's length at all those people and get a one sentence update about what they are doing without actually having to talk to them. Maybe if I'd liked meat markets more, I'd get FaceBook at a more visceral level.

Well, and all the damn games with requests to add download stuff and poker chips and farm animals and dresses and aigh! I feel guilty about ignoring four million requests to join Farmsville or trade dresses or help someone with Pennsic packing (no, seriously) but actually downloading the crap? Locked up my laptop with some virus for two weeks until I could run repeated virus cleaners. The games aren't fun, they're just guilt.

So I'm avoiding logging on and instead reading Textsfromlastnight after I read LJ and DW.