The Daily Star — If there ever was a true-blue phenomenon, it is Facebook.
In the realm of tweets, twitches, pings, emails, pokes and Web messages, Facebook is king. In just a few short years, this crown jewel of all social media has reached billions of users. Including me. But I came late.
I had no interest in Facebook until a few months back when our parent company at the radio station sent down the rule that all DJs must have a Facebook page. So be it. I dove in.
Facebook can be a myriad of things. It can be a wonderful memory album with contacts to the past. It can act as an online family reunion that you can attend right from your living room. It can be an important chronicler of local and world events in an instant. And it clearly has become the photo album of the future.
It can also be a titanic time-suck.
The other day, I was on my Facebook page looking at comments and answering queries from my listeners. I received a cheery hello from a name (Ronnie) that did not register with me, so I went to his page to check him out. Still no recognition.
So I went to Ronnie’s photo album. I flipped through his vacation photos, old high school photos even photos from a wedding that “Ronnie” had apparently been too. I finally realized that this mysterious contact had entered my page erroneously and that there was simply no connection, either personal or from work, to Ronnie. So I moved on.
This was two hours later, mind you. Two hours of viewing Ron and his family at Disneyworld in 1999, some grainy old photos of Christmas’ past and some rather unflattering photos of Ron’s nieces and nephews whooping it up at a summer camp in Idaho.