The Twilight Zone

My dad is on Facebook.

My DAD is on FACEBOOK.

Worlds are colliding, and my brother blames me.

"I invited him, like, a year ago," I said, a little bit hurt. There isn't fault to be assigned here, and it's not mine to claim.

"Mm-hmm."

"Stop it. You sound like Mom."

"Mm-hmm."

(sigh)

It's just bizarre to have this little Web world that I've created suddenly accessible by my parents. I have nothing shameful or embarrassing on there, just ... me. A me they don't usually see.

I think my mom pushed him into it, actually.

A couple years ago, I tried to show Facebook to her.

"So it's a dating site."

No ...

"I just don't understand why your brother is on here. He's married."

It didn't matter how I explained it. Facebook, in my mother's mind, was a dating site, and my married brother had no business being on there, keeping up with his friends from high school and college.

Except that now I keep telling her how my brother has updated this or that on his Facebook page, and that's sometimes the only way I know what's going on with him ... So I think she told Dad to "get on that Facebook thing and see what the kids are up to."

And if she told him to, then that's what he did. If she could find a way to get on Facebook through "the e-mail," or "the Google," she would.

Welcome to Facebook, Dad. Pretty soon you'll be texting. On the iPhone you'll want so you can have the Facebook app. And you'll "lol" at everything I write ...

Oh, Lord ...