The Death of Facebook…

Facebook has disabled my account.  They will not give me a reason for doing so and claim their “decision is final.”  So I googled the situation and found thousands of comments about this problem.  I am not alone.

Fuck ’em.  Maybe it’s time to actually start networking and socializing with real people anyway.  If the net ever goes down most people will be cripples with the inability to actually interact face-to-face without an electronic medium.

On better notes…I am balls-to-the-wall with work this summer.  Two classes (senior thesis and b/w darkroom), three workshops, and two short essays–all due before September 1st.  Let’s also add the NY State AA Convention at the end of July all the way on the other side of the state and my dance card is filled.

Mom is doing well and will be traveling next week to visit her family in a southern state.  She is going with my sisters so it will be a ‘girls road trip’.  I am staying here, by myself, which I am looking forward to.  Much work to do, as I have already said.

That’s it.

Johnnyboy

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.