Definitely had a colleague walk up to me at work today and say: "Hey Ken! I ran across your profile on Facebook! You had some great pictures, but you should definitely consider setting some of them as Private."

That got me a little concerned, so I checked out my the pictures in the albums connected to my profile. Nothing too racy - just me in a pink wig in one, and me dressed as a sexy pirate in another. All sorts of chest hair pouring out of my open poets shirt, but nothing I would be ashamed for my mother to see. Of course, she's probably considerably more open-minded than, say, any of my bosses. But I'm not too concerned.

As I was checkout out my profile, I noticed that some baby had sent me a message from their profile. Not baby as in "shawty," but an actual baby, wrapped in swaddling cloth and all. I certainly did not recognize the baby, nor did I really recognize the person the baby (putatively) represented as their father (who's profile I was able to see). The infant only reported the first and married names of it's mother, so I started on something I really haven't done in a while. Some creepy internet information hunting. It took a little while, but I finally figured out who the mother was (a friend from high school). Involved crawling around Facebook, Classmates.com (on which I had to create a fake profile. Welcome to Garden City High, Hagbard Celine!), Friendster (on which, embarrassingly enough, I did not have to create a fake profile, but I did have to get my password sent to me. They were probably so psyched to have someone log in! I wonder if they had a pizza party) and Google news searches.

Once I figured out who it was, I was honestly kind of surprised that she was the type of person to put a profile of her baby on a social networking site. But then I realized that I'm the kind of guy who has an entire album set aside for pictures of his grumpy cat on a social networking site, so I really can't judge.