It’s Linda on poka-polka-poke post patrol today. So many topics, so little time. Or is that so few topics, too much time?
It’s been a weird week, and an eye-opening one. Not that anything earthshattering or overly enlightening caught me by surprise . . . other than . . . I got poked! You know, I must live in a Facebook vacuum of some sort, because I’d never heard of this before. And it’s been around for a long while. Who knew? Yours truly didn’t.
So, as I now understand it, pokes were/are there to remind people you’re still around. It’s “old-school” Facebook (2004 is when the poke was first launched). Ok-kay.
You can still see and send pokes, you know. To do so, just visit your pokes page. Yeah, I know, like really? I had no clue one existed.
There are three main reasons you might have wanted (might still want) to poke someone. One: to introduce yourself (instead of sending a long message with/without pics to express keen interest). Two: for the sheer fun of it. Ok-kay. Three: simply to say “hi”. Isn’t that what we use Messenger for today—to remind friends we’re here?
I took a gander and found the poke page relatively easily by going to “Search”. And I must confess, I was rather tempted to poke every last person on the page . . . so I did.
It was kind of fun. Poka-poke-poke. And, oddly enough, for some bizarre reason, I felt a desire to put on a lively/fun polka as I was doing so.
If you’re in a poking mood, add some “mood” music, and have it it.