Facebook the distractor

I'm getting a little pissed off with myself for using Facebook. It is not that there is much inherently wrong with Facebook, rather it is a distraction from other things such as blogging. I have a tendency to fixated on checking for status updates and adding pithy comments to other folks posts. And, as I do not switch context particularly well, I tend to stay tuned to Facebook at the expense of this and other more content-rich-and-deep places. I regard Facebook as little more than a glorified email inbox with little if any longievity. Yes, you can upload pictures (if you don't mind the licensing implications) and yes there are tests and quizes and gifts and causes and a whole load of other stuff I am probably blissfully unaware of. But once any Facebook entry drops off the bottom of your home page it is pretty well gone, never to be revisited. Facebook is instant gratification and for me lacks depth. The one-line content (and twitter I am talking about you as well) reduces your online experience to a series of soundbites. Which, let's face it, is probably the point of those sites and not a good or bad thing but simply a thing.

No, my issue is not that there is anything wrong with being a tweater of facebooker (dur?) but that I need to make sure Facebook is not all I become and every so often I come back here and spend a little more time thinking about things and a little less shooting from the hip.

Wozza - you went to the beach, great. Bro - you didn't have pie, excellent. Rock God - you got the ferry to work just as I knew you would, stunning! Me - loads of banal rubbish.

Can't wait for a post twitter site - likely already exists - where you post a single character, probably a punctuation mark, to indicate your mood. !. Can I subscribe to that one?

So I've written nothing about how sucky it is that Sal and AJ have been away for almost a fortnight, nothing about the attempt at surfing with DJ or the two hours it took to get feeling back into my chilled feet, nothing about the bush run on Sunday or catching up with Steve, Wendy and Evie. Nothing about the dogs, a promotion at work, the unseasonaly good weather, the awesome sunrises and subsets and no spewing about the news.

And nothing about locking myself out of the hosue while pretty well every other member of my family are in Queensland, a mere 900-or-so-km away.

Tonight could be interesting. And with that, I'm off home. Seeya on Facebook later.