I haven't a clue what possessed me to open a Facebook account. In my previous tongue-in-cheek article on the subject, I made light of how young adults were embarrassed by their parents' presence on the once primarily college orientated social networking venue. The more I experience of the place, the more I'm beginning to suspect there's something in the code on that web site that turns normally intelligent, middle-aged adults into complete dweebs. WGN Journalist Pat Tomasulo sums up my feelings perfectly.

Now I'm stuck between a rock and a dorky networking site. If I suddenly delete, my account, my friends are going to want to know why. How do I explain it without offending someone?

"No offense, but it's all just too asinine for me. I love you, but grown men and women shouldn't behave in this fashion. Whenever I log on, I've got a butt load of alerts for stupid things like invites to take some idiotic trivia quiz; or someone has sent me some cheesy mini-greeting. And to be honest, I can really live without knowing when you're hanging up your friggin' laundry!"

"Did I mention I love you?"

Perhaps I could approach it in a more tactful fashion than that. Maybe I'm just in a way too curmudgeonly mood, this week. I'd better sleep on it another few days, lest I irreparably damage some valuable relationships.