Friend THIS, Zuckerberg.

Let us quickly move past the fact that I lied to you.

(Harken back to that sweet little nugget of a post entitled “The Unsocial Network.”  The post where I declare myself under a rock?  Neither a smart phone or a Facebook page to my name?)

It could be that the radiation given off by my new smart phone has gone to my head or it could be that I enjoy checking the stock market and the weather simultaneously while watching YouTube videos of monkeys.

All I know is that there’s no going back.  I am now wearing a big black helmet and using a machine to regulate my breathing.  Only one more thing can complete my transformation.

On May 18, Facebook is going public and I’m going to share a little secret with you.  There’s only ONE reason that Zuckerberg was able to successfully market the IPO.  Only ONE reason Facebook deserves top-end valuation.  Only ONE reason institutional investors should not be nervous.

“MARK, I AM YOUR FOLLOWER.”

Chalupa has gone to Facebook Town.

A town where no one has ever gone before.

Except 901 million people.

How could I have gone to the Dark Side so quickly, you ask?

It just felt so good, so right.  Like eating five Twinkies while watching Elizabeth Berkley star in anything.

So “friend” me or “Like” me or whatever the hell it is that Storm Troopers do on the Death Star!  And I swear, by the Jedi Mind Trick vested in me, that I will do the same.

Let us SHARE and LINK and STATUS UPDATE each other!

Now go.

And may the Force of the Like Button be with you.

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Many thanks to Eli | Rose Social Media and especially to Kristin, for helping me make the leap to Facebook!  These ladies are smart and savvy (and affordable!) and I encourage you to check out their services.

Thanks also to the wonderful Kayleen at Booyah’s Momma Digital Art & Design for creating the beautiful Follow buttons right below my banner (now follow, dammit, follow!).

 

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