Kiss me (apparently) I'm (now) Irish!

After last night's less than interesting friending (yes, it's now a verb) of two people from my high schools years and a couple of mandated messages to catch up with some friends, I was starting to think that this could be the most boring experiment since my seventh grade science project to see which battery lasted the longest (where was the control? WHERE WAS THE CONTROL?). Wrong. Facebook had some tailored made Suggestions just for me.

First I friended (see you can even use it in the past tense) another high school acquaintance, only to have Facebook challenge me with a new pop up. I assumed it wanted me to suggest some friends for Guy Noir (not his real name, duh!) because he was new to Facebook or something. Wrong - Facebook suggested that I suggest people for Facebook to suggest become friends with Guy. Wha? Come again . . . you mean I HAVE TO COME UP WITH THE FINELY CRAFTED FACEBOOK SUGGESTIONS?!? How lazy are you Facebook overlord that you are relying on me to help you with your job? Where is your sense of pride and puritan work ethic that got you to where you are today? Now I have to not only follow your suggestions but do your work for you. But since you Suggested I do so, I gladly complied.

Then, seeing as how I am of Germanic and Italian descent, Facebook deemed it appropriate for me to become a fan of "Im (sic) Irish and Proud! Become a fan and help us reach 1,000,000" - so for no apparent reason I'm suddenly drinking heavily and looking for a fight (I kid, I kid!). But serious, what is Facebook thinking? Does it Suggest this stuff because my friends are selecting it and I'll be more popular if I do what my friends do? Is it ensuring that I'm one of the cool kids, pretending to be Irish, and waiting for Saint Patty's Day. Hmmmm... that would be a great excuse to find a sitter and paint the town red green next month . . . maybe Facebook does know what it's doing. Who's up for some green beer?