Running on fumes seems a misnomer. Running? Maybe gasping on fumes. Or sputtering.

However you slice it, that's KEM these days.

Facebook has been interesting to me. I've noticed that, for the large part, some people are posters, some people comment to those posts, some people are probably readers only and some do a fair job of mixing it all up. I think that means something, whether you post or not, whether you comment or not to others, says something about your personality.

I'm on the verge of giving up Facebook. Read a great opinion piece that a young journalist wrote, I think she was only 24. She decided FB was a colossal waste of time when she could be doing much more valuable things.

I do think Facebook has value, but it can quickly turn into a time sucker. The value to me lies not in knowing that someone dropped a bowl of mashed potatoes, but in the possibilities of finding long lost friends. Now, with my few closest friends, I do enjoy hearing if they dropped a bowl of mashed potatoes. Not that I'm happy they had a catastrophe, but that good friends do enjoy sharing in each other's day-to-day lives, the good, the bad, the ugly.

So, I guess that would mean, chose your Facebook friends discriminately (oh, what a bad naughty word these days). But you can't exactly drop people as friends unless you've never heard of each other, which I'm sure must be the case sometimes.

Bottom line -- Facebook is fun and entertaining . . . in small batches.

Well, that's it folks. I spilled my guts about Facebook.

With such delicate words, I remain, yours truly,
KEM