Another Facebook “friend” request from a foaf I’ve never heard of. This one appears to be a scientist, in a field of which I approve, and we have six “friends” in common – or five, not counting one of his peers whom I accepted as a “friend” because of his reputation though we’ve had no direct contact.
Though it’s not obvious what I could possibly lose by it, I’m a bit suspicious of any stranger who’d seek to be linked with a nobody like me.
Netflix’s subgenre “Dramas Based on Classic Literature” includes Driving Miss Daisy, an adaptation of a play first staged in 1987.
A list of recommendations for me shows some surprising and even dubious inferences:
I’ve now watched three seasons of Lost, and am wondering a bit why Jack didn’t say to Ben, “Five minutes? I was a captive audience for two weeks; you could have told me then why ‘the good guys’ have been making war on us from day one. And now you want sympathy because some of your goons got hurt in yet another armed raid? I don’t owe you another breath.”
On the off chance that lavender_princess44, who sent two anonymous texts to my telephone just now, has some genuine chain of acquaintance with me: No, I’m not going to make an account at the site you mentioned.