Facebook

It had to happen at some point: the Executive Council of the Curmudgeon Societé Generale finally heard about Facebook and promptly called me in. "If being on the Facebook (their words) is the new thing, why aren't you, as our spokesperson, on it?"

I was prepared for this. Curmudgeons simply don't get doing charity work (do WORK and not get paid? Not bloody likely). I mean, I publish the Curmudgeon Societé philosophy and I keep them more or less aware of new technology (if not actually up-to-date on it). But taking the leap into a social network dealy was no trivial affair..I would have to check it all the time, post crap, READ crap, and try to make sense of it all. It was starting to sound like real work. 

So I pointed out that pictures might be included. THAT caused  some consternation. After all, a picture of a bunch of old, white-haired white guys might paint us as nothing more than Republicans. Not good. They offered a small stipend. 

I agreed before they heard about Twitter, too. Baby steps.