Centrefolds
Facebook: I’ve been laughing so much in seeing this picture sent by Giovanni that I decided to post it for my readers 
. This should represent what a normal profile on Facebook will look like in 40 or more years. Please note the pictures album called Funerals…
You all know how enthusiastic I am regarding the social networks: at the beginning I was skeptic but now I’m almost everywhere, even if I try to use just one service per content-type (flickr for pictures, last.fm for music, wordpress for blogging and so on) 
They have to be classy, though, not like that ugly, messy and untidy thing called MySpace. I’m not just complaining about the advertisement that plagues their pages, but also the way they manage the content and the interaction among the users. Some Facebook applications are also quite untidy and I’m trying to avoid or simply don’t show them on my profile. Speaking of which, I’m a vampire and only a vampire: I’m not going to add the zombie or werewolf applications 
Thanks to Facebook I’m linked to almost all my current friends and a lot of old ones, whose traces I’ve lost during the last years: join Facebook now!
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Somehow I didn’t write anything about my life yesterday. I was supposed to post something more than a TV commercial and some Death Note quotes, but eventually I didn’t find the time or the right inspiration. I’m preparing my business trips to Rome and Milan tomorrow and Friday and I’m quite busy, especially because my boss isn’t here but attending the Communication Course (scheduled during Kula Shaker concert for me, as you already know). Yesterday afternoon I suddenly realized it was half past 5 when I closed my pc and ran fast home to collect my cleaned jackets I need for the next days. I really hate suits, they simply don’t represent me, but I should show some professionalism, especially in Italy (and especially in Milan), where everybody seems to have a personal Armani store round the corner. I’m quite excited for this trip because my boos will be with me to check how good I am in my job 
It’s frightening, isn’t it?
