You've got a friend...

So you may (or may not) remember a certain rant of mine—that once on Facebook, it is well nigh impossible to get off.

In for a penny, in for a pound; I stuck with it and discovered it wasn't so bad. And then I was friended (when, oh when, did that become a verb—worse, when did I give in and start using it as one??) by someone I hadn't spoken to in over 10 years. That was nifty. And nice. And made me think maybe there was something to this online social networking thing after all.

And then I began to realize it was a good way to get in touch and stay in touch with people I never would—high school, college, work, yadda yadda yadda. Everything it says it is. Go figure.

But that all pales, PALES, in comparison to what happened to me on January 5th. On January 5, 2009, Carole King friended me. Some few of you will understand the magnitude of that. And for those who don't, chew on this: in 2007, my best friend and I flew to Tokyo for a day and a half—just to go to a Carole King concert (Mary J. Blige and Fergie performed too). Which was unbelievable—and which is not the concert pictured above, if you were wondering, I just thought that the happenstance of Carole and JT back together again was a picture worth, well, you know... this was actually a year later and, happily, in Los Angeles and was also un-flipping-believable. I should know—I went twice.

All I'm saying is, I have nothing bad to say about Facebook. Nuthin'.