So i’m an open facebook.. bfd

Hey folks.. i have a mission for you. Go to some crowded park, street corner, or national monument. You there? Good. Next, take off all your clothes and scream as loud as you can “DON’T TAKE PICTURES OF ME!”.

Now.. let’s see a show of hands…. how many of you really don’t think you’ll end up on at least 100 web sites featuring pictures of people standing naked in crowded parks, on street corners, or at national monuments? OK.. so maybe you’re not raising your hand because you’re still naked and you’re covering up your secret parts that nobody knows you have. But more likely it’s because you know that you gave up any control over your little secret the split second your jockey’s hit the ground.

So while we’re still talking about panties.. a bunch of people on the social networking site Facebook have gotten theirs in a wad lately over the site having information about them that… i’ll try to be subtle here… THEY FUCKING GAVE THEM!

Yeah, it’s true. Play a game where you hatch vampire dinosaur eggs, and they know your sexual orientation. Answer some canned questions so some algorithm can tell you what dead rock star you most resemble, and they know what kind of books you like to read. Watch some gizmo spell out the letters of your name using corporate logos, and they’ll know which one you work for. (Can’t figure out how they know? C’mere.. put your ear close to my mouth and i’ll tell you).

But so what? What could you possibly be hiding anyway? By the time you’ve been on Facebook for any more than a few weeks, you have “friends” from work, from your family, from your friends’ work, and from your friends’ families’ work. I’m not only Facebook friends with my ex-wife, but also with her dog. And by now we know your relationship status is complicated Shasta.

And let’s be honest anyway. If you’re spending so much time searching for your inner cartoon superhero and giving each of your 300 friends a different color virtual balloon every day, what kind of uber meaningful stuff can you have going on in your life that’s oh so important to keep secret from a computer program that really doesn’t give a flying fuck about you personally anyway?

Look guys… things like Facebook are free and have great value, so i’m not gonna lose sleep if they happen to know stuff that i freely type onto their screens. Besides, isn’t that the point of it all anyway? And if i’ve insulted a few of you out there, i swear that wasn’t my intent. In fact, if you realize there’s some truth to what i say, and the word “bored” is part of your vocabulary, then i seriously could offer you things to do that you’d find very rewarding.

But i won’t be surprised if a few of you just delete me from your friends’ list, and then i guess i’ll just never know what variety of vegetable you’re most likely to be in 10 years. And i’m fine with that. I only hope some “insurance” company won’t deny you treatment for your vegetative state because of some real information about you they dug up from your real-life file you ignored because you were too busy raising mutant ninja goats.

So.. have you ever heard Pete Townsend rap? You’re seriously gonna love this.

	…click the note to hear Who Are You, by Pete Townsend from his Lifehouse Chronicles collection
Lifehouse Chronicles is a 6-CD set i bought from Pete’s direct web site. I’m not sure if the same version is on the subset called Lifehouse Elements that you maybe will find here. I’m not sure the full set still is available, but you’re always welcome to stop by my place and i’ll happily play it for you.