No, I haven’t deactivated Facebook (again).

No, I’m not snobbing you.

Rather, I have been DISABLED.

I have no idea what I have done, but it appears it could involve a celebrity story I was working on (which involved sending numerous messages to people).

It is probably actually a blessing in disguise, as I was spending way too much time on it again anyway.

But anyway, if for some reason I am unable to became un-disabled, I’m not starting it all over again from scratch.

I could think of nothing more time wasting than sitting at a computer, adding all those friends again.

(Although I won’t be able to read any emails for the next 24 hours as it appears my hotmail account isn’t working. This makes it really hard to email the Disabled department at Facebook and tell them to un-disable me. Forget all modern communication post industrial revolution. Let’s just go back to stringing cans together).

You’ve really got to wonder how dangerous Facebook really is.

For instance, now that I’m in Facebook limbo – I’ve been told that I’m disabled but the verdict’s still out on whether it’s permanent – what happens to all my details on the website?

Since there’s no phone numbers for the Facebook team, but just different email addresses, will I ever get a response?

And if it was my “virtual doorstepping” that got me into trouble in the first place, what is the future of Facebook for journalists?

How can “virtual doorstepping” be policed?

In an attempt to answer this question, I did some research (ie Googling). It appears that this is a loose  but tricky area.

(See http://www.infopackets.com/channels/en/windows/gazette/2008/20080305_facebook_not_a_source_say_newspaper_regulators.htm) 

Speaking of doorstepping – the non-virtual kind – I did my first one in six months today.

Of course it was in a pair of heels. Why is that always the way? (More to come on this soon).

And on another related topic, I also learnt today that my tenancy application was in jeopardy because I am working “freelance” (which to all the real estate idiots working in la la real estate land equates to “won’t be able to pay her rent”. Even though I’m working the equivalent of eight days this week, three 17 hour days, or the equivalent of 22 shifts in just 21 days. But oh yes, I’m still “freelance”).

Yes, it seems that in the worlds of Facebook and real estate, if you’re Australian and a journalist you are really just one thing: a convict.

Hoo roo.