Tim - the reason I had that link to hand was because I had saved it to my "favourites"; I feel better knowing that getting out is that easy. Like the last-resort pills in the place of safety. It's about control.
I've been feeling less and less happy about Facebook for some time. I don't like what it can do to people - most of all me. I am becoming a snitcher, a sniper, a stalker. But not a Luddite. Oh, how I resent those accusations of techno-fear.
Remember when Google-plus was a topic on here? I was sceptical about that, but I did listen when people spoke of meetings and poetry readings and stuff and so, when I was gently twitted about being a-feared of progress, I just joined the bloody thing. I gave it a go.
But it wasn't what people said it would be. I used to go there from time to time and all I ever got was a couple of friendly communications from Karen and a brilliant video of a camouflaged octopus. I sent out a general cry of loneliness which Alex answered and then it all fell silent again. I quit. Nobody, I dare swear, noticed!
I warm to the person Bill describes. I'm not quite as "bad" as that, though. I did save up for an excellent reciprocating saw a few weeks ago and I haven't cut my arm off yet. And the state-of-the-art hoe I bought with the reading fee for last year's Ledbury Festival is a constant joy to me.
I don't "do" androids and blackberries because I can't afford them. I don't have a TV, come to that. But I embrace the technology that pleases me and does me good and reserve the right to reject what I find to be unnecessary or harmful.
And, yes - I still prefer to conduct my online searches without the interference of predictive text. So sue me.
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