My Facebook experience is episodic, intermittent, and intense.  I really don’t hang there much, but occasionally I get a flurry of requests from a new pack of old friends who have just discovered it and I interact with them a bit.  Facebook is not my life.

Recently, my wife asked me to get her started with a Facebook page.  Apparently she has had a couple of friends ask if she’s on, so she wants an account.

My efforts to start her page have hit a snag.  Apparently, she’s not allowed for some reason:

Our automated system will not approve this name.

No specific reason given, and my email to their support staff got an automated response five days ago.  No other contact.

Also, absolutely nothing on the help pages to give clarification as to why they deny accounts.

How much were they worth again?  For what Microsoft paid in, it could have bought an even more-difficult-to-comprehend Seinfeld commercial.

Facebook, you have until Tuesday.  Then I start a countdown clock on you.

[tags]Ike Pigott, Occam’s RazR, Facebook, customer service[/tags]