So I made a facebook page this morning, just like I said I would. And while I still think Facebook is lame, I don’t think it’s quite as lame, because if you look at it in the right light, it’s kind of like an open mic at a coffeehaus: License to roll with it.

So here are a couple examples of how I rolled with it (My spit was flowin’ [word.]):

Oooooh. OOOOooooooooH! I get to “write” on your “wall” now. The Interweb is so frickin’ pipe-tastic, I can barely control my shivers of girlish delight.

But at any rate, thanks for the note, and as you may have noticed, my facebook page is really nothing more than a shill for the *true* home of all Online A.J. Goodness: blog.ajvanbeest.com. Check it. Out, even.

And re: the but kicking, not suprisingly, I continue to waffle about class. When I see Jonus, I think, “Yes! I loooove class! I am so there! And I’ll bring exclamation points!” But when I read one of Greg’s e-mails, the exclamation points fade and get replaced with more specific but harder-to-understand negative emoticons. Like this one: **<8-WTFP-o ...which basically means "What the f**k was that? I can't believe you just wrote/said that, and oh, by the way, check out my nice tassly hat."

and

Ahhhhhhhh, wall of goodness; of golden thoughts and good intentions, see how I cover you in meaningless, rhythmic, glowing, positronic graffiti. See how you and now mine, wall? How you cower over in the corner? What say you now, wall? Huh? Huh, wall? Now, wall, you reap the rewards of my creative writerlyness and my incomparable digital semi-fluency.

All in the key of F# minor, because I’m a jerk.

love from blog.ajvanbeest.com

and

Oh wallywallmonton, how I feel my net worth increase because of you. I’m in love, nay lust!, with you, oh wall. How I yearn for more comments to fill your blankness; to see you swell and burst with letters from strangers. Let kleig lights shine forth my admiration for you, wall, your still, silent, mysterious ways in which your no-voice carries the echos of others’ songs to the horizon.

oh, and David: thanks for the note. :-)

Maybe I’ll get linked in and kicked out in the same day. Maybe I’m over the top. Perhaps there are other prepositions I can toss around, so as to be more to the log as is the rabbit.