Oh! But I forgot why I really came in here! Have you people seen this voice-controlled blender?? [link]

All my worst fears about the facebook confirmed. Who thinks/thought this would be a good idea?

I still think it's a good idea. You meet a lot of people that first year, and it's nice to have a reference. Of course, I love reference materials, so.

Our picture book of incoming freshman was called the Baby Book.

At my aunts' wedding (which was in my uncle's backyard), there was a carefully pre-selected mix of songs that was TOTALLY THWARTED when someone pullled out a "Favorite Group Dances" or something CD. A group of like 8 of us did the Chicken Dance, the Electric Slide, the Cha-Cha Step or whatever, on and on, with lessons from a 12 year-old when necessary. It was hilarious.

As JZ notes, I dealt with this by locking the little closet where the CD player resides. At my first wedding, I told the DJ he wouldn't get paid if he played the Macarena, Chicken Song or anything off-list. Then I gave him extra champagne.

Never heard of a facebook. We had yearbooks in college, but I don't know anyone who got one, except for maybe their last year.

The Tribune has an article today (too lazy to look it up and link right now) about how high schools, colleges, and employers are using MySpace, et al, to track down info on students, potential students, and potential hires. All I'm thinking while reading the article is "Hasn't anyone ever heard of using a pseudonym on the Internet, for cripes sake?" If I ever got a LiveJournal or blog of my own, for sure I would not be using my own name or including personal info or pictures on it!

This facebook thing is one of the few reasons I'm glad I went to a very small, semi-agricultural college. All the freshman stayed in the same dorm complex. You wanna know who's new? Hang around in the quad. None of this skeevy picture book thing...*shudder* Of course, it was/is a hippy school - we had no football to team to speak of.. I think we had one but they coulda gotten thier clocks cleaned by the middle schoolers and our marching band wore T-shirts that said "kiss our axe".

Who thinks/thought this would be a good idea?

I should clarify that mine was known as the Meat Book by the returning students (who weren't supposed to get copies at all unless they were dorm supervisors, but some older students had a nasty tendency to cheat and steal in pursuit of young, naive tail). For the freshpersons, it was a sanity-saving reference book -- when you were already all flustered and discombobulated and in a state of semi-permanent panic over fitting in and remembering everything, it was hugely comforting to be able to go back to your room after a new class or orientation or party and reconfirm which face went with which name.

Pity the people who actually just get a passport picture and send that in-- what are they thinking?

At my college, more than the people who didn't send in a picture at all. The univ put in substitute photos. Of famous movie monsters.

My roommate, for example, was Frankenstein.

I went to a school of 700, there was no need for any kind of facebook.

I read somewhere that wedding night sex is not the norm. My best friend said she was just too tired to bother, and besids, she'd had sex with him for years beforehand.

There is a lot of this. My friend N. decided to have an afterparty in their hotel suite instead of sex since it was probably going to be the last time we were all in the same place at the same time. (Which turned out to be very accurate.) We had a lot of fun. Especially when she kept making her new husband carry her over the threshhold again and again.

I was at a wedding once where the bride did the bouquet toss. A space wide enough to drive a humvee through opened along its trajectory.

HA! At the same wedding, we had a similar incident. There were four of us who were single. When the bouquet came towards us, we all took a step back. It landed on the ground. N retossed it. Same thing. Finally, one of my fellow bridesmaids picked it up to hand back to the bride and we were all like, "Nope! You touched it. You're it."