My break from technology is over. I’m back in the office today, getting caught up on a week’s worth of tech news (and email) that accumulated while I was at home, hanging drywall in the attic.

One of the things that caught my eye was this article at CNET, about Facebook misplacing a bunch of photos stored on its servers. According to Facebook, the company lost 10-15 percent of the billions of photos uploaded by users. Personally, I can think of at least a few photos (posted by old high school friends) that I’d like to see go away.

But if any of your precious images have been replaced by question marks, fear not. On the company’s own blog, engineer Evan Priestley said last night that nothing has been permanently lost. They keep multiple copies of images - it’s just a matter of time before they can all be replaced.

We’re restoring photos as we repair the hard drives, so some should be working again today and we should be back to normal by early next week. New photo uploads will continue to work properly during the repairs, because we write them to different storage volumes. Thanks for bearing with us while we return things to normal.

And hey, as long as we’re talking about Facebook, l have to pass along this link to a story at The Weekly Standard. It was sent to me earlier today by my friend Tonya, who is considering ending her brief relationship with the social networking site. Those of you who despise Facebook may find it particularly interesting. And those of you engaged in the arms race to collect more friends than any of your other friends might also like it.

I think I can sum up the author’s feelings on Facebook like this: He’s not a fan.

No, the reason to hate Facebook is because of the stultifying mind-numbing inanity of it all, the sheer boredom. If Facebook helps put together streakers with voyeurs, the streakers, for the most part, after shedding their trench coats, seem to be running around not with taut and tanned hard-bodies, but in stained granny panties with dark socks.