The crossposting-to-Facebook thing is so profoundly stupid I can't get mad. I'm too busy laughing.

Let me put it this way.

Facebook is like a reunion held in Las Vegas*. Which reunion? It's a surprise! You'll be seeing family, co-workers past and present, and people you graduated from high school with, so it's a little bit of everything. There will be a lot of bright and flashing bells and whistles. There will be a lot of people playing Farmville gambling. There will be a lot of boobs on display, and unfortunately you may be related to some of them. You will rarely actually see anyone drink, but oh, will they act like they're drunk. At least once a month -- if you're lucky, it will ONLY be once a month -- somebody you know far too well will say something so egregiously offensive you simmer in uncomfortable rage. You will not have an intelligent conversation the entire time you are there, and you will regret ever having come at some point in the trip, possibly in the middle of buying your plane tickets to get there.

Livejournal is Dunder-Mifflin**. You all know each other well enough by now for pranks and jokes and weird little games that no one else will get. There's that cute couple you watched fall in love ***, and that guy who posts long diatribes about BSG, and that ditzy girl who's all "OMG WTF YAY!" over everything, and that woman who really likes cat macros. There's drama and secret affairs and wide-eyed WTF expressions shared with all. And as long as the douchey completely-out-of-touch boss doesn't show up and start implementing one of his idiotic schemes, everything's cool.

So you can see why Michael Scott the LJ powers-that-be would think a trip to Vegas crossposting to Facebook would be a wonderful idea. The fact that you already have those tickets to Las Vegas a Facebook account is proof that you don't mind taking your boss to Las Vegas and letting him get drunk, draw everybody's attention by loudly shouting about the joys of Las Vegas, and then end the night by publicly licking a stripper's face before passing out showing off that Jensen/Jared porn you enjoyed and commented on.

* My other options for comparison were Jersey Shore, Sarah Palin's family cookouts, and YOUR MOM.
** Completely with lousy general quality in recent years.
*** Your cute mileage may vary.

Ugh.

I think I really am going to have to use a sick day tomorrow. Not so much because I'm sick or even because I want to have a day off and start my vacation early, but because I have a million things to do before I leave like honestly FINALLY cleaning all of the things and washing clothes and packing and getting all of my garbage together to put out Friday morning before I leave.

And to give you some idea of just how much I need a vacation, upon hearing that I was contemplating calling in sick tomorrow the guy in the cubicle across from mine told me that I needed to start my vacation early and that I didn't decide to call in sick he'd come over to my house tonight and smother me in my sleep to keep me from coming in tomorrow. Aw. (You ... may have had to be there. Heh.)