I was just reading on CNET earlier today that Facebook has now reached 150 million active users worldwide.
I'm pretty sure that a number of those that tipped the balance were people from my elementary and junior high schools that I was pretty sure I never wanted to hear from again, but they found me anyway.
I'm only partially kidding, of course.
I'm absolutely certain I never wanted to hear from them again, but they still keep sending those invites.
I joked on Twitter earlier this afternoon that everyone needed to stop Tweeting and Facebooking and get their sorry you-know-whats back to work, that we're in the midst of a major recession-bordering-on-depression and that we all must be fully productive!
But apparently talking to your elementary and junior high friends on Facebook passes for corporate productivity these days. In fact, only yesterday I was having a Facebook dialogue with some of my close friends from high school, and we were discussing the need for opening an online store where we could sell parachute pants and Spandex.Hey, that's work related. At least for me, anyway. We were talking about e-commerce. I'll have you know, those are potential IBM customers.
So, fire away.
Send me all the virtual Facebook beers and glasses of wine and avatars and flowers you can find!
Send me invites to all the 80s movies quizzes and pictures of your skateboarding bulldogs and "Nader for CIA Director" virtual buttons you can.
Send me all the "I'm a Conservative and I Can't Wait for Obama to Really Screw This Country Up" Facebook group invitations your little heart desires.
I'll ignore most all of them, but don't take it personally.
No, if you really want to concern yourself with something that matters, take your digital self out into the sticks somewhere and help somebody's grandmother install that analog-to-digital converter on her TV set.
Because otherwise, she's not going to be able to catch up on "Lawrence Welk" or "Jack Benny" and soon.
You think I'm kidding?
Grandma in the sticks everywhere are seriously in threat of losing complete contact with the world via the boob tube starting on February 17th, the day of the nationwide transition to digital broadcasting here in these United States.
There's a video on the YouTube that demonstrates what happens when your grandmother gets run over not by a reindeer, but by a convoluted digital TV conversion box.
It's not for the faint of heart. But I was literally ROTFL bigtime when I watched it earlier this PM (Again, this is work related video consumption for me, because I HAVE to know what's showing on the YouTubes in order to keep up with my vocational milieu).
Grandmas everywhere are in jeopardy of entering a special kind of digital hell if somebody doesn't figure out how to mobilize the Geek Squad across the country, and fast!
Me, I think I'll just send grandma a virtual digital TV converter box on Facebook.
But I have a pretty good feeling she's going to ignore me.