Today I turned off facebook for the house. I have found that facebook is a demanding mistress.  Always taunting with “Hey take a quick look and see what’s going on…”  or  “Hey, look at this internet kitty video”.  And then 10 minutes later you are done looking at the internet crap that counts for Social Networking, and you’re opened up to the taunting. I don’t deny that it’s a great way to keep in touch with Family and long lost friends (some of those friends who swear you were the best of best friends, and you hardly remember them).    It’s also a pretty good way to announce new entries for your blog that you are writing. People do respond to those things.

But overall, it’s a time-suck, I’ve posted about this before, but I don’t believe that I actually turned access to facebook off at my home.  I was just whining about how easy it is to slip into it’s velvety cuffs and get dragged away… the worst part is that you can access this stuff anywhere, anytime…

When I was watching Hot Tub Time Machine, I came across a quote that just puts it all into perspective (and made wonder how the hell we all kept in touch back in the day):

Jacob: I’m kinda right in the middle of a thing right now, but can I text you later?
Girl at Club: Can you what?
Jacob: Are you online at all?
Girl at Club: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Jacob: How do I get a hold of you?
Girl at Club: You come find me.
Jacob: That sounds… exhausting.

And it was exhausting at times.

So we’ll see how this experiment goes…