Slap in the FaceBook

Recently I had an interesting experience with Social Networking. Apparently it’s not that social.

I have been doing a lot of promotion for the (watch out for the shameless plug here...) Days of our Lives Charity Events that are happening in Dallas (April 17th) and LA in June 5th. http://www.dayscharityevents.com/. And... I got a bit of a promotion at the station... yea me! I will now be helping out with the Social Networking at x1039.

I decided to practice a little of this ‘Social Networking biz’ and I added some friends. I started to get the hang of it so I added events for the Days Charity Event in Dallas, Twittering this, FaceBooking that… accepting fan pages, then building fan pages. Baby I was on a roll! And like those pre-approved credit cards you get in the mail, I even had FaceBook offering me suggestions. I was doing it all… Adding more events, gathering more fan pages, and adding even more friends… So many friends that this little red box popped up on the screen. WARNING... DANGER, DANGER WILL ROGERS… YOU ARE GOING TO FAST.

I am not all that knowledgeable, about FaceBook, I will admit it. In fact, my theory is that I know enough to be dangerous. And apparently this is true because I actually killed off two profiles off in a single keystroke.

In my process of adding all of my new buddies and making all of these posts, someone recognized me and she filed a report and said I was a fake. I had two profiles with the same pic. Little did I know that in those loving suggestions to feed me chocolate… here, eat, it’s good, very good.. through those tantalizing suggestions by FaceBook, I added someone from one profile name, and picked up the suggestion as FaceBook raided my underwear drawer, pulling out the suggestion of that duplicate name;and because this blonde actually read those notices, she turned me in as being fake as she recognized the beauty that befell her in my picture.

FAKE! I had two different names so she called me a fake. I know who this person is because she had the decency to email me to my face as she called me a fake, (although ironically this is absolutely hilarious because she, Ms. 4-letter name for a US car maker, but not Chrysler, is (ahem) not real by any means of the name, hair color, or um breastesses, which was scientifically proven by the fact that she is not blonde because if you scroll up to read, I mentioned that she actually read the notices) but I digress, Ms 4-letter name for a US car maker, but not Chrysler did a hit and run, turning each one of the profiles into FaceBook, and then blocking me so I couldn’t even respond. And in that one quick slap, she did a whole lot of damage as months of work spent trying to become a social butterfly, all went down the down.

Everything was lost on both S**** B*** and Morgana Reeves, the Radio Personality and Voice Talent name I that use, because here in Hollyweird, we don’t use our real names. What irritates me more is that FaceBook went off of the assumption that because I have two accounts (and two tax id numbers to go right along with them… ) that my very real personalities, are fake... and FaceBook shut both of my profiles down; yet there are eighteen Christopher Walken’s and countless Blair Waldorf’s and… WAIT… isn’t that a character?

Good luck trying to get someone live to help you. It is ironic how they, FaceBook now turned FakeBusters, put all of this time into making certain that we are not computers, yet their computer software devised this system to go into our computers, only to pull out the very ammunition that they barred me for. After my recent experience, I’m not 100% sure that they are themselves... real. In fact, when I finally got a hold of someone in the customer service department, it was through an email by a gentleman who went by the name of Fred. And oddly, it was Fred who also responded to the two other emails I sent in relation to my original inquiry and subsequent follow-up. Maybe the “F” in FaceBook secretly stands for FredsBook. By George, er I mean Fred, I think we got it.

Well, being an optimist, I subscribe to the theory that if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade or at least have some pie so I decided to let my personal life stay personal and create a new profile under Morgana and connect it to my brand new blog that ties in with my radio personality. I created a Fan Page, networking everything to Twitter and to the Blogspot, Opinion8d1, the inner musings of Morgana Reeves. It was a project I was already in the process of creating… so I suppose Spirit knocked on the door and this is me answering.

If you are interested, please re-friend me at FakeBusters or FredsBook, whichever it is these days, under the name Opinion8d1, so we can continue our evil doings; or Twitter me ‘cause I could always use a good Twitter… what about you? Come check out the blog and feel free to chime in with your comments to share some of the inner workings seeping from your brain, or just pass it along to others. Opinion8d1 http://www.opinion8d1.blogspot.com/ It’s like I said… someone has to do it!

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Regards from the old me and the new and improved… Morgana Reeves

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