My Own Personal Facebook Experiment

I think many of my 40-something friends would agree that Facebook is about as much fun as we've had since we all spilled onto the dance floor at the end of an 80s-Saturday-night to dance to Rio. (followed up by a little slow dancing to Spandau Ballet, perhaps?)

Facebook has enabled me to re-connect with friends all the way back to kindergarten at Essex Fells School, brought me back in touch with high school friends (and foes...hey, it was Preps vs. 'Heads vs. Discos back in the day, it's all good now) from West Essex, allowed me to share nostalgic stuff with college friends from the four-year blur known as Chapel Hill.

Where Facebook has provided me the most laughs, however, is with my adult friends...the people who didn't know me way back when. The people who know nothing of my upbringing or my past...the people I met over Dunkin Munchkins at a U-5 soccer games at the Sea Girt Army Camp...the people I met at Back to School Nights...at Little League.

I've posted bogus photos (above), which have brought about a wide array of reactions. For the most part, however, people have believed those were actual photos of me. C'mon people!

I'm not sure why this entertains me so much. I think it's got something to do with the mullets and the mustaches. The same way farts make my sons (and, yeah, me too) laugh 100 percent of the time, a good mullet cracks me up. A 'stache? Hard to believe that some of the so-called coolest cats in Chapel Hill (Marv?) had Magnum PI staches back in the 80s. Now, belly laugh.

I call it my own personal Facebook experiment. It will not end anytime soon. Sorry.

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The Future of Politics?

I hate politics for so many reasons, but mainly because I don't think anyone ever tells the truth, or at least the whole truth. Not many of us are able to live a life telling half or less-than-half truths, yet people who are running for office seemingly get away with saying whatever the hell they want.

Of course, in the Blog Era, there are now watch dogs everywhere. From the Swift Boat team that torpedoed John Kerry to the Price is Right staff that felt it was necessary for us to know how much Sarah Palin's handbags cost, it's getting crazy out there.

And today when I think back to Bill Clinton's famous "I did not inhale" comment, for some reason, I think of Matt Leinart. I think of the Cardinals Party-going QB because I wonder if, in the future, candidates will be nailed Jackass Style in the middle of campaigns with pictures taken with cellphones during their college or post-college years.

Based on the politicians of the past (and present), it's a pretty good bet that we're not going to be choosing between altar boys, nor would we want to be choosing between altar boys. So, can we look forward to Gotcha photos in 2020? I say without a doubt.

Thankfully, and I've told all my friends this, I did not go to college during the digital era. Because while today I can admit I once had a mustache and a mullet (1983), to my knowledge there's not a single photo out there to prove it.

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