Returning The Unused Portion

I'm about this close (picture someone holding their fingers about a quarter of an inch apart) from giving up on Facebook entirely.

The only application I use on Facebook is something called Booktracker, that lets you keep track of and tell people what you're reading. But it doesn't work. At least half the time, it just sits and stares blankly at me, like a dog that's slowly conning you out of your potato chips, one by one, without ever admitting that it ate the last twenty potato chips.

So great. Just about the only thing I use Facebook for doesn't work. Why am I there again? I honestly don't remember.

So, I'm considering returning my unused portion of Facebook to Mark Zuckerberg. There's something inherently pathetic about posting on the Internet that you're considering stopping using some portion of the Internet, but that's the boat I find myself in.

So - what did I read this weekend?

The first was "Idiot America", which I found amusing, even if it lacked the authority of Douglas Hofstadter's book, or the sheer bitchiness of Allen Bloom's book. But it made me laugh, and that's not a small thing.

The other was "Wishful Drinking" by Carrie Fisher. It isn't so much an autobiography as just a written-down script for her one-woman show, and hardly more than a husky pamphlet in length, but it's still pretty funny. I can't begin to imagine what it would be like to be called up out of the blue by a concerned Cary Grant!

What if he'd called me when I was going through the bone marrow transplant? On the one hand, it would be MOST creepy, because he was already dead, and one normally doesn't expect a phone call from dead people (only in sadly-misnamed "reality shows" does this ever happen). But if he was still alive?

"Oh, you didn't eat your hamburger! This is no good!"

Or something like that.