As much as I want to jump off Facebook every time somebody does something I don't understand, like send me a sea garden creature or pelt me with a virtual snowball, cool people from the woodwork of my past tap me on the shoulder and I'm so happy to hear from them and then I relent and dig out pictures from my prom or whatever. Not like I'm a difficult person to find.
For those of you who don't face the Face, here's a video that explains it in real terms. For those of you who do, you will again realize the absurdity of it all. (Thanks, my friend and co-conspirator, Don at Open Trench!)