Social Networking

In order to celebrate what is the FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THIRD post of this here website thingamabob, I thought that I should alert you to the fact that it now has its own Facebook page.

How terribly exciting!

So if you do the Facebook thing, feel free to add the blog networks application and tick me off. Even better, if you have your own page, you can whack it up there with little effort.

Comments

Neva said…

OK I will see what I can do seeing as how I am a bit challenged when it comes to the facebook page....thanks for visiting while I was gone.

8 July 2008 at 12:36

Anonymous said…

Have joined your blog network - really enjoyed reading your blog! Have added you to my Technorati faves too although Technorati is so bonkers at the moment, anything could happen...

8 July 2008 at 14:29

Jane Hards Photography said…

I am on facebook, but have a tendancy to forget I'm on it. When I do remember I wonder what I'm doing there. I proceed to let my Vampire do some damage, join poitless groups, leave previous pointless groups and update my status to the effect of of the f**k has it got to do with facebook if I'm having a crap or not. I don't think I have the networking thing down yet. Will check it out again and try and be socialble, but i's so damned hard.

9 July 2008 at 00:35

Kris McCracken said…

Facebook is a vaguely interesting distraction during the day. I tell myself: "at least it isn't My Space"...

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