I know, everyone is already tweeting and twittering, but I still prefer Facebook, which allows me to communicate with people I don't get to see or talk to much during our busy lives. And we can do it in more than a sentence.

But what I really love is the way Facebook allows me to bond with strangers who share the same interests.

Last night, for example, I found this group ...

"Put Felix Millan in the New York Mets Hall of Fame"

Now, I am among 23 elite humans that agree that the high-chokin' second baseman deserves some props in Queens.

Although I didn't join "John Oates Mustache Project," I admit it's undoubtedly improving the lives of its 54 members, who are encouraged to post photos of themselves with soup strainers resembling that of the much-maligned Hall & Oates' guitarist.

And how else would I have known about Blind Esparagus, which claims to be the first heavy metal band formed on Facebook. However, since the blurb says that the group still "needs songs, drummers, bassists, guitarists, etc.," I assume there isn't really a band as much as a concept. Much like the early days of the Sex Pistols.

Thanks to groups and pages started by others, Facebook allows me to publicly boast about my passion for the rainbow cookies my mom makes at Christmas, jazz musician Andrew Hill, standard poodles, my Moka coffee pot and Rickenbacker guitars.

So, when OnMilwaukee.com asked recently if Facebook is a waste of time, I thought, "no!" and, well, honestly, "yes."