Defaced

Long ago, when Friendster was this big new concept and still in beta, I signed up. I "friended" a bunch of other people that I already saw on a regular basis (coworkers, local friends), and then never signed in again. Because really, what's the point of that? If I want to check in on those people, I can ask them what's up the next time I see them. Or IM them or something. I don't need some extrovert-centric web 2.0 invasion-of-privacy Googlefood thing for that.

So I've been avoiding Facebook for pretty much the same reasons. I update this blog rarely enough, and can barely get updates onto the Spawn's web page once a month for the grandparents. Why commit myself to yet another web presence that will languish in obsolescence?

Then this weekend, I got invites from my high school girlfriend and two of our other friends from those long-ago days - all people with whom I hadn't spoken (exchanged emails, whatever) in years and years. And I also, completely unrelatedly, got an email from a former classmate organizing the twenty-year high school reunion next year (GAH!). So, feeling somewhat nostalgic and morbidly curious, I signed up on Facebook today. And immediately discovered incredibly embarrassing pictures of myself from 1990. Nothing kills nostalgia like the realization that other people might remember (and have photographic evidence of) what a dork you were.