Gramsci shuffled closer and peered at the monitor. The Cow's Facebookminifeed displayed such gems as Dave is deleting blog spam andSteve:iPhone 3G which made him wonder if the Cow didn't need a few more friends who had a first life, never mind a second.
But it wasn't those that had given the Cow her chuckle. She pointed a little lower. Transplant-ed! and OpeningScholarship are now friends, it informed the world happily. A couple of lines further it reported that Transplant-ed! andOpeningScholarship were now married.
"Isn't that sweet!" sighed Gramsci. "Perhaps we ought to send them a wedding gift. Do you think they've got their registry on Hotlists or on FreeGifts?"
"Or NaughtyGifts!" chuckled the Cow knowingly. "How about a pair of handcuffs and a whip?"
Gramsci shook his head. "Too work-related!" he decreed. "It's bad enough they work in the same place, they need a little fun now and then too!"
The Cow conceded, then remembered her original point. "But don't you think," she asked Gramsci, "that this was all just a little... quick? I mean, they've only just become friends, and already they're married?"
"You're right," Gramsci nodded. "In the olden days courtship needed to run its course before the big day. Banns read in the church, and everything!"
The Cow sighed. "Perhaps it's not the digital homies we need to caution about how indelibly and transparently they live out their lives in cyberspace, but the digital makwerekwere?"