Welcome to 2007

I just asked my septuagenarian grandmother to be my friend on MySpace.

Sweet Baby Jesus, I hate MySpace

I just logged in to MySpace and got spambombed. And the hits just keep coming. In the time I've written this many words, two more "friend" requests have come sailing in.

There is no practical reason for me to be on MySpace; I don't use it to network or meet people. There are several people I know who seem to prefer using MySpace mail over e-mail, so I keep in touch with them that way. But it wouldn't send me into fits of withdrawal if I just closed up shop (again).

But I shouldn't have to say "fukkit" just because MySpace can't figure out how to get a handle on the spam and profile hijacking. Those seem like problems the other social networking sites just don't have to this degree (and I guess it could be a question of market share; I don't know). But seriously, MySpace? Use that deep News Corp. pocketbook and hire the best nerds you can find and get a handle on the spam shit or people are going to start jumping ship like they jumped ship when Blogger couldn't get a handle on its spamulation issues.

Holy krap

Pardon me while I have a moment of nerdy star-struck giddiness: Twisty linked to my MySpace profile. Whee!



Oh, man. I'm a dork.

I'll never get that time back

I just spent, like, an hour on MySpace.

And what have I gained?

Herpes, probably.