OK, let me start out by saying I had to be three sheets to the wind in order to join Facebook in the first place. After fully discovering what a toilet MySpace is, I didn't need to experiment with any more of this "social networking" nonsense that the kids are all into these days. I was fully ready to revert back to Web 1.0, where I write funny things by myself at 3am, you laugh at them when you read them at work the next morning, and we have no other interaction at all, until six months later when you call me into your office and fire me.

Anyway, last Saturday night I spent the evening at R.T. Quinlan's discussing, among other things, the finer points of Facebook, and by the time I got home and had another beer, I was just tanked up enough to join. (Note to the Army: I know you read this site. Don't even think about it.)

Like most drunks, I joined by happily keying in any and all personal information, refusing to read any so-called "terms and conditions" and blindly ticking any box marked "yes" before clicking "submit." At one point, there was a brief milisecond (as opposed to a lengthy milisecond) where I realized, too late, that I had invited everyone in my address book to come skipping down the yellow brick road of Facebook with me.

This was not my intention.

Here are some of the people I especially did not intend to invite to Facebook:
- various co-workers
- Netflix
- people who e-mailed me only looking for someone else's address
- people whose podcasts I subscribe to
- my neighbor's insurance agent
- my mom

If you were one of the people I unintentionally invited to Facebook, I apologize. However, if you still want to be Facebook friends, well, I'm OK with that.