Tenuous link ahead

This is post number 401. I looked up 401 on wikipedia, because I had the vague idea that I'd once heard a detective or maybe it was a policeman (fictional, probably Colombo or Beverley Hills Cop, although I'd quite like to talk to a detective. One who carried a magnifying glass, like Sherlock Holmes or Miss Marple. Was Sherlock the one who solved the mystery of the theft which turned out to be an orangutan? or was that another detective? Arthur Conan Doyle. He was Sherlock, wasn't he?) say something like "Ok, I'm on the scene. What's the 401". Firstly can anyone confirm from that ramble if I am correct, or if I just made that whole thing up in my head? Secondly, actually - I think I did make that up. But anyway so I looked it up on Wikipedia and there was nothing linking the number 401 to any sort of 'procurement of information' type meaning, so I thought "Ah! 101!" and looked that up instead. Are you with me?

The entry had this quote which I remember (well I remember liking the idea) from George Orwell's 1984. I also learnt today that "Orwell named Room 101 after a conference room at BBC Broadcasting House where he used to sit through tedious meetings". Ha! Imagine that. Anyway, observe:

You asked me once, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world.

Today I'd like to put facebook into Room 101. Actually I wanted to put facebook into Room 101 earlier in the week and ever since I joined it really - because Facebook, as I have discussed before is the DEVIL.

Never is Facebook more of a devil when you know you shouldn't be on it. Never is facebook more of a hinderance when your relationship goes a bit Delhi-belly.

Never has being informed of everyone's movements been so frustrating. Never have I hated more the fact that it's so bloody observant and quick to report back, like a school snitch. Never has the lure of clicking around and being nosey, curiosity killing the cat repeatedly every minute that blue and white logo appears on the screen, been so strong.

Thankfully, I'm doing a good job of resisting the temptation of all that information and knowledge, just a few clicks away. I don't need it for my social arrangements having discovered that people do still talk on the phone, which is a relief.

But right now I just wish it into room 101. The mutual friends staring me in the face, the profile information, the photos, the status updates, the walls, the live feed, the whole lot.

Because never has avoiding it been so hard.