Facebook (or lack thereof)

I am always surprised by people's reactions when I say I don't have a Facebook page.  I have decided upon a stock answer:

I am ridiculously shy and socially inept.

I also unplug.  Meaning that when the television, the computer, the microwave, the toaster, etc.  are not in use, they are unplugged to save the phantom energy.  In other words, we do not always have to be plugged in to everything. 

I don't like my picture being taken, and I am not sure I understand why I should plaster it all over the internet.  This blog is for me, and I have kept it going more than most journals I have kept. I've found that I like it.  I know people read it, and that's great.  I hope you continue doing so.  But I have no wish to get the most friends or followers.  Or even a lot, really.  That's why I haven't bothered with a hit counter for this.  After all, Ms. Austen only wrote letters, and very few pictures remain of her.

There is a Dogbook, a Facebook for dogs.  I have been thinking about Lars having his own page.  I mean, if a five year old child can have a Facebook page, than my dog can.  For those of you with cats, there is probably a Catbook, though I haven't heard of one.  It should be called Petbook, so that exotic pets can talk about how many friends they have too.