I was a little surprised, I must acknowledge, since every post is dated, with...well, the date. So, it's not terribly difficult to see what was posted when. On the other hand, I guess if you're not looking for it, there's no reason to pay attention to dates.
He suggested that I let people know that I write as much as I do. And that way, they might check things out more often. I do suspect that most people do grasp the fact, so that it's not necessarily, but then if a friend was blissfully unaware, perhaps others are, too.
I suppose I could have also said to him that since he does seem to enjoy the site, checking in a few times every week, he could also just bookmark the page and check back without the Facebook prompting, but there's certainly no need for him to do that. After all, as long as I'm going to go around dropping little bread crumbs all over Facebook and Twitter, he and others might as well take advantage of it. That is the point of doing so, after all.
By the way, I should note that I'm as stunned as my friend that I write all these postings every day. I didn't know that there was that much folderol to yammer about. Or that there were that many hours in a day -- although it does seem that the more yammering, the fewer hours exist. Odd how life works out like that. Anyway, whether I end up filling up these hallways with even more or less each day as time passes, the point is moot, since the larger point is the "each day" concept, which my friend now grasps...since I told him. And as he requested, since I've now told you. Even though I think you know it already.
I'll add that if anyone would like to get any of these mystical little Facebook or Twitter updates, feel free to click on those "Follow" and "Friend" thingees. There are links at the top of this page -- but as a public service to make it even easier for those who hate to scroll upward, you can get to my Facebook page here and Twitterland here. (On occasion, I even post extraneous things there randomly that don't make it here onto Elisberg Industries. Side Note: If you'd like to know the definition of frivolous information, that might be it.)
Anyway, I've now made my friend happy. Though I'd bet cash money he doesn't see this and therefore doesn't know...