There was some debate over the weekend in my apartment, wherein my roommate was being annoyed at Facebook for being there and being Facebook, and a bit at his girlfriend (and the rest of the world) for indirectly forcing him to use Facebook.
His girlfriend and I sort of tried to defend Facebook as a tool of the modern internet generation, wherein we can find out what some old friends of ours are currently up to without having to go through the tedious, tiresome process of actually having to talk to them and make polite conversation while pretending to actually care. See, Facebook is a great tool of the anti-social internet generation where textual information takes the place of face-to-face or voice-to-voice interaction.
I have also recently, on Facebook, managed to ping an old house alum of particular reknown, one Ryan Lackey, of whom many, many epic house legends are told. Including one of my favorites, wherein one of the gay housemates decided to lie in wait for him on his bed, naked, with a rose in his teeth. That one's a classic.
See? I'd never get these wonderful details from their original source were it not for Facebook.
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