My friend Y the spy is an expert in making people do things they never intended to do and tell their innermost secrets to the mass media. Last night she did a truly unbelievable thing: she got me to go on Facebook.
I've been Facebook resistant for years, now I'm going a little psycho, sitting overwhelmed, playing with little gadgets, trying to figure out the politics, the etiquiette and the technological quirks of the great cyberbash. So far I have 27 friends and nothing to say to any them. One ex-lover accepted my invitation, another declined, I defined my religious nature as being "Tinkerbell agnostic". Those who know me, know what this mean, those who don't - need not apply. (o, but do apply!)
Meanwhile, Y the Spy is hiding behind a bush in a northern city, spying on a real life murderer. She's been doing it since the early morning. it's her job, I'm not making this up. this woman lives in multiple virtual realities. I guess in this age it's a skill we must all posses.