Showing posts with label why is Craig Hansen at my door. Show all posts
Showing posts with label why is Craig Hansen at my door. Show all posts

30 July 2008

I did something the other day that I wasn't expecting to do, ever: I joined Facebook.

I wasn't particularly resistant to joining, but I didn't have much interest in doing so, either. Then a friend from high school sent an email with a link to her profile, and I figured joining would be an easy way to keep tabs.

Don't expect to do too much over there, though I have set up a couple of applications, one a map showing where I've been and the other a book listing deal where I'm trying to put in every book I've ever read (an attempt that's doomed to failure but will be entertainingly futile).

I've not made a great deal of outreach to add friends, but that may change as I poach people off of the friend lists of those of you lucky enough to have made the cut so far. I'm resisting the urge to friend my eldest niece, though there'd probably be some comedic value in it.

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