Where Am I?

So many things to write about, with so little time to write. To quell the rumor mill; I have not succumb to Swine Flu, nor have I gone underground with the Witness Protection Program. I'm just busy. Really, really busy.

Passover

Max Fischer is observing the Passover holiday and will not be writing this week.

Taken At Facebook Value

Twitter me this; what compels a person that I didn't know that well in high school, or ever particularly cared for, to ping me with friend requests on Facebook?

Although I've been on Facebook for a couple of years, I hadn't been an active social networker until a friend of mine from my youth invited me to join a group that's dedicated to our upcoming 25-year high school reunion. I've now dusted off my wall and posted some fresh pictures of myself and collective vast spawning.

It's been fun reconnecting with friends and classmates, some of whom I haven't seen or talked to in over twenty years. There are a few, however, curious friend requests that still fester in my inbox.

If I don't accept your friend request, it just means that I never liked you and I have no desire to exchange a few "dude, what's ups" with you. As much as I'd like to say it's nothing personal, it's all, well, just personal.

Facebook feels a lot like high school.