Facebook is closing down. The Roman Emperor of social networking is tired of it all. He is heading for pastures new. Oh, and you might never be able to get your photos (or your pokes) back. Such was the story printed by the venerable Weekly World News in order to allay the boredom of standing in line at Albertson's. The fateful day of Facebook's going away was said to be March 15, the Ides. The tides of sadness immediately crashed over the Web, as the hurt, the bewildered, the forlorn, and, no doubt, the Schadenfreunds of freunds lamented, jeered, and cheered. With just a few clicks from the cities and the sticks, the twig of a rumor began to sprout a trunk.