I Want My Face: Living and breathing through social media

The term “social media” has become a big buzz word or buzz phrase — if there is such a thing — among certain circles these days such as, surprise, media types.

We’re talking about media such as Facebook or My Space or Twitter that have these certain types of folks abuzz like a methed-out bumblebee. I’ve never seen a methed-out bumblebee or any insect for that matter. But when you have to say something, you say something. “Something.”

I’ve tried all three.

Twitter is communication in 140 characters or less. It’s kind of like a mini-newswire for everyone and their pet anteater. It’s immediate. Politicians such as Republican Senate members seem to like it, which is kind of odd because they like to talk so much and not say anything. With Twitter you get to talk up to 140 characters and, if you are a politician, not say anything.

My Space is kind of like darkness. It seems to be the preferred social media for nut jobs and killers. Not everyone is crazy who uses My Space. I have an account but don’t use it. Does that make me a nut job? I don’t know, My Space doesn’t really feel like my space.

Facebook, I like. Probably like all three, it can be put to good use depending on how good you use it. Does that make sense? For instance, I posted last night about the week I had in which I sprained my ankle and wrenched my back in a fall, then as I was getting healed I got food poisoning. Projectile vomiting and the whole shootin’ match, although I didn’t go into detail as I have a very eclectic group of Facebook friends.

I have mostly received messages saying they hope I feel better. My friend Bruce, reminded me of my last severe case of food poisoning when I ate a canned ham from a parental Care package while on my Navy ship off New Zealand. I’ll say the feed pizening wasn’t that bad this most recent round.

Weird or even bad events or occurrences get my Facebook friends and other Facebook family members responding. You can see a slice of everyone’s life who you, practically, know or have known in one incarnation or the other at some time or the other.

It all seems pretty good, right now at least, for me. This is a time in my life I need Facebook. I need my Face. Maybe that will be the “it” phrase like “I Want My MTV” was in the 80s. Was it the 80s.

We will see how Facebook progresses, or not. We?  Why do I write that? We, I mean, all of us.