My Space
I spent an inordinate amount of time on the internet tonight. I went to MySpace, and….next thing I knew, it was tomorrow. Here I thought YouTube was a time-killer.
MySpace has become the net within the net. I kinda bashed it in an earlier post, so I figured it deserved further inspection. While I was at it, I registered my handle there, because I’ve protected it this far and why the hell not. Managed to create 2 accounts and screw up both profiles.
Anyhow, I browsed around on the friends comments within various profiles. It was like flipping through a high school yearbook, with a lot of personal weirdness and obscenity thrown in. I saw some unappealing stuff there. For example, a picture of a hairy guy in women’s underwear, sticking himself into a truck’s exhaust tailpipe. There’s worse stuff that I won’t describe.
There was innocent stuff to be found, too, but here’s the analogy. It’s like driving down the street and seeing a Toys R’ Us right next to an adult bookstore run by drug dealers.
The humor in some circles was a cross between National Lampoon and a bad issue of MAD Magazine, combined with rejected episodes of South Park cartoons.
All that aside, the big draw for people is to have somewhere to BE. And meet friends. I can dig that. I just wish some of the streets there were cleaner.

