Facebook Friend, transient acquaintance or accidental tourist, The time has again come for me to commit web 2 seppuku. I did this to little or no acclaim some months ago. The reason I afforded myself upon my first virtual belly-slicing was, chiefly, something along the lines of: I Am SO Much More Than A Micro Niche to be Targeted by Contextual Ad Placement. I am MORE than a composite of photographs, Fave CDs and ribald Super Wall messages LOLZ et al. I refuse to have identity supplanted by “interests”. Or similar anti-consumer pap. And, really, while Web 2/social media does tend to the fabulous at times (we note the good work of the Burmese blogging fraternity in particular. Praise to the third pillar) my initial reasons remain, I think, valid. But, to be candid, a central concern: my abilities as a home maker have really gone to seed. This is why I now bid you farewell. Of course, I blame my own slovenliness more than facebook, blogger or those seductive little games made from flash. But, truly, such does naught but enhance my fear of dishrags, fluffy dusters and generally paying heed to life beyond screen. I hasten to add: I do not encourage you to follow my example. I do not, by any means, regard virtual community as a trifle. However, I find virtual citizenship tends to bring out the worst and most vulgar in me so I hereby declare social media bankruptcy, relinquish my passport to the fanciful and strive to live without a poke. Your friend, transient acquaintance or accidental tour guide, H