okay, so flying frick.
i add like one person on myspace that i knew from a long ol’time ago and i get bombushed and ambardified by a billion - yes a billion - people for adds.
dang.
and i feel bad if i don’t add them cuz well, y’know, it just seems kinda messed up. but now i’m gonna have like a million - yes a million - fair-weathered internet friends with whom i won’t keep in contact.
oh well.
this whole myspace thing is kinda crazy and is getting outta hand. i started this profile a while back to see what i could do with it. it became more interesting once i found out the customizability. and then there are a lot of groups and stuff where you can argue with people over why peanut butter is so much better than marmalade and other heady life issues.
but i digress….
myspace is getting outta hand because of all the kabillions - yes kabillions - of people joining. so many squibblies are joining and butterflying their proffs with crap, and overloading the bulletin post thingie with every recycled email forward chain that we’ve all seen a few years ago. this is kinda weird when you think about it, because i think i know i’m old when old email forwards are now retro or ‘new’ for all the squibblies nowadays.
i mean these little retards are forwarding everything that comes into their inbox. and 98.2% all of them were new to me when i first started using the internet like in 1996. holy crap. ten years.
ten friggin years. even email forwards have the potential to become ‘retro’ and olskool. i’m old enough to say “i remember when i was younger that email forward scared us all”…
it’s like how Alf and Punky Brewster are popular now to these teenie boppers who don’t have a clue what these things meant to us 80’s dorks. all they know is that Hot Topic is selling them, and they can get the latest rehash of the 80s retro there, pretending they know what it means and how cool they are for wearing it and being an individual like everyone else. and not being able to appreciate profoundly run-on sentences like that one or subjectless, grammar-bashing ones like this one
“like, jennifer SO has one of those new shirts with that brown dog named Alf on it, and i like SO hafta get one too!” and merrily to the retro-pop-goth store do these squibblies roll along.
“it’s cuz i’m an individual! and if you don’t like it, well then this is like a hater-free zone. i speak my mind, i don’t give a >beep< what you think, cuz i’m cool, i’m classy, i’m stylish, i’m everything you’re not, i am an individual”
so says he/she and every other 13-year-old mensos “about me” section on myspace.
and don’t forget the hazy, over-makeupped, grainy, webcam pic showing any and every angle of your body to thoroughly convince us that the only thing separating you from being a two-dollar whore is your wonderfully privileged, O.C.-watching, laguna beach obsessed, upper middle classed, two-parented upbringing.
crap. tangentifying.
when i see these munchkin foolios infest this online ‘community’, i realize how stupid, immature, and time-wastive this all is. i mean, i’m 24 or 23 or something and i’m typing into oblivion in the middle of the night. who am i writing to? i don’t friggin know.
and why am i talking like this? am i like this in real life? why do i speak out into the abyss of cyber-space as if someone’s listening? why do i hate diaries yet find myself writing down my thoughts here?
how stupid can i be? there’s at least 2.2 trilllion - nay, bazillion - better things i could be doing with my time. painting, writing, drawing, reading, thinking, gardening, koala hunting, guitaring, toenail clipping, starting my own Neo-Malcolm X cult, or exercising(HA!).
o myspace, thou sucker of time!
barren terrain of lost talents and wasted dreams.
how doth thy weaving web of Tom-foolery deceive!
o myspace, thou sucker of time!
~niarfe 2005
maybe myspace will one day plateau or fade away into relative obscurity like friendster and the Martha Plimpton from The Goonies. Who’s Martha Plimpton, you may ask? Exactly.
i dunno, the customizabilitation makes myspace stand out among e-communities. who knows? who cares? i don’t.
I think I stay on MySpace for the networking with artists and designers. i’ve met a buttload of artists on this site. and just a butt, not a full buttload, of filmmakers, actors, etc. not to mention some old buddies.(even someone from second grade!! she’s gotta crazy memory)
i’ve been able to talk with other illustrators and cartoonists and discuss their journeys in jobs and self-publishing, along with painters and graff-artists who elaborate on their work processes.
what? elaborate? frick. i just wanted to be light and fluffy, and now i’m using big ol’ dollar-fifty words like elaborate and self-publishing. is that considered a ‘word’ - self-publishing? what is that? a hyphenated compoundalization? a double-word? a twobie? hmm….english. such a beautiful language.
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