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It’s official: I am an idiot. As you may know, I joined Facebook yesterday. You can read my thoughts and intents on that here. As it turns out, I didn’t know what I was doing.
I knew what I wanted. I just wanted a Facebook presence that would feed this blog. I didn’t want to go through all that phony phriend nonsense, so I declared right from the start that I wasn’t going to do that. Then, after setting up my page and seeing how things worked, I realized that, even though it was open to everyone, only “friends” could get my notifications. I therefore relented and began accepting “friends.” Then, a reader advised me that a “fan page” might suit me better. I looked into that and discovered that he was right; that was exactly what I wanted, so I set up a page for The Thirsty Theologian. It was perfect . . .
Except for one thing. See, when you create a fan page, you have to put it in a category according to its purpose. Looking over the available categories, the one that seemed to fit closest was “writer.” It was either that, or “religious organization.” Anyway, I thought, “blogger/writer, close enough.” But then, in the search results, I saw that I was listed as an author. “Writer” can mean a lot of things, but “author” implies legitimate published work. I’m no author, and I was embarrassed to have anyone catch me misrepresenting myself. Having already acquired a few “fans,” and having already apologized to my “friends” for dumping them in favor of a fan page, I looked for a way to change the category to anything that wouldn’t be a bald-faced lie, but to no avail. Someone will probably now inform me of an easy, obvious way to do that, but I couldn’t find it. In the process, I discovered the category I had overlooked: “website.” Duh. I decided I had to start over, but it was late, so I simply deactivated my account to avoid accumulating any more fans, and went to bed.
This morning (which, to my frustration, came at 3:15), I wiped the slate clean and started over. This time, I can say with a reasonable measure of confidence that I am finished, and that you can find my new Facebook page here.
Again, I want to apologize to everyone who paid me the compliment of becoming my “friend” or “fan,” and hope you will give me a chance to redeem myself.
Finally, I’m still uncomfortable with the idea of having “fans.” If there was a way to avoid it, I would, so please, if you know how that can be done, and it involves redoing anything, keep it to yourself.




















10 Comments:
Victoria
HILARIOUS is hardly adequate to describe this post!!!!!!!!!!!
Victoria
By the way--I am still longing for that wonderful deep tea rose color you used to use here! Gray,black and white--ugh! But then this is your blog and who am I????? Just thinking.
David
Victoria, you’re obviously not feeling my pain.
I’m sorry about the colors. Come July, I’ll be due for a facelift. Maybe I’ll be in a more colorful mood then.
rebecca
Go David! You're already more successful using facebook than I was. I deactivated my account after about 12 hours and I've never looked back.
Doug
What's worse? Facebook Fans or Twitter Followers?
David
Doug, Jesus said, “Follow me.” Does that answer your question?
Kim in ON
Well, good for you for persisting.
I have to say, though, that when you were discussing being a writer, or an author, and having fans, something flashed through my mind, and that was Kathy Bates in the movie Misery, telling James Caan, "I'm your number one fan."
If you have not seen that movie or read the book, I'm sure you won't get that illusion, but it was kind of amusing.
pastorway
whew....I thought I was your number 1 fan and came back today to not be a fan at all - all record of my being a fan wiped clean from the internet....
...just because I am paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get me!
David
Kim,
’’’You’re kind of creepy.
Phillip,
’’’I’m not out to get you, but Kim might be.
threegirldad
No need to apologize for FB's idiosyncrasies. "Fan page" is the closest thing to what you were after.