The secret is out. Meh:
Via Kingsley and, um, Facebook.
Admit it: you've totally social-network-stalked someone before meeting them, too. And you possibly switched your "who viewed me" settings temporarily to accomplish your gumshoe-ing. I see you baby, typing that thang...typing that thang.
Since some of you are ancient like me, you were probably doing it with Friendster back in 2003. And wasn't there something annoying called Tribe? If we're quickly appraising the lot of them, then I never cared for MyAss, either. Facebook, I initially dismissed, because, you know, I wasn't in college, but now that it's desperately casting its nets outwards among the aged, I'm on it and I like it, despite the fact that nothing helps me feel my creaking joints more keenly or notice my grey hair more thoroughly than this new-fangled facebook thingamabob. ;)
You kids nowadays have it so good...in my day (1993ish), all we had was IRC. And PINE! Pine, I tell you, Pine! I still remember the first image I saw on the world wide web. Eh, I for one, do not fear my dotage. I feel like I am witnessing something extraordinary and I can't wait for my children to look at me like I'm batshit-crazy when I insist that once upon a time, there WAS no web...
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