Is Face Book Really Necessary?

At the instigation of a blogging acquaintance, the Curmudgeonly Professor signed up for Face Book a few months ago.  Meanwhile, he has acquired about twenty-two friends, far fewer than the thousands some of grandchildren have.  I have tried to understand the benefits of knowing whether someone has a headache when they get up, whether they like their take-out pizza, or how they feel about Dancing With the Stars.  I am certain my grandchildren wish that I would stay twenty miles away from all of their interactions with their young friends, and that is fine with me, and so I do stay far, far away from their goings-on.  I am told that older people, namely geezers and such, are finding more advantages to face booking.  So far, I am reluctant to say, I am devoid of inspiration in pursuing a face book career.  I have no idea how it works. 

 My own days are so empty of adventure and worthy revelations that I have nothing to contribute on peoples' "walls." For instance, yesterday I had a hot dog for lunch.  I know I shouldn't eat hot dogs.  They are full of sodium nitrite, which is demonstrably a dangerous thing to eat, and can be used for embalming elephants.  For some reason, meat producers still make hot dogs, not withstanding.  When I was in high school, I visited the Rath Packing Plant in Waterloo, Iowa while attending the national FFA poultry judging contest, however embarrassing it was to tell people we were judging chickens and not cattle, and observed first-hand how hot dogs were made.  I have never forgotten this epic experience, the manufacture of hot dogs still constantly on my mind.  I try to forget this information while enjoying my hot dog and hoping that the sodium nitrite and other bad stuff in it will not kill me right off.

Somehow, the Curmudgeonly Professor has not caught on to the wondrous world of FaceBooking.  He is interested in heavy-duty gossip and tidbits, but has yet to see such revelations on FaceBook.  The Professor hopes he has not offended his twenty-two "friends" and other aficionados of FaceBook.  Perhaps one day soon I will study it for ten or fifteen minutes and become a full-fledged addict.  My list of "friends" may be actually too limited to get very far with this cyber world marvel.