About 4 weeks ago I signed up on myspace. Stef had signed up because her brother Hans had signed up and sent her a note. So I thought I’d sign up too. What a pain in the ass the site was. After fighting with the set up process for 45 minutes, then spending 15 minutes figuring out how to get this Tom guy off my friends list I sent Stef a note:
“I’m on myspace now, you can make me your friend.”
to which she replied:
“I’m on facebook dumbass.”
🙂
So off to facebook a went. That was a marginally less stupid sign up and set up process and there was a feature to actually find people I already know who were on facebook. So I sent notes off to about a dozen people and had about a dozen people add me in. Stef even posted on my ‘board’:
“Facebook = Lamebook“.
Feeling the web 2.0 love.
But I gave it a try and I think I’ve learned I am squarely in the generation that this stuff is not meant for.
I’ve still got those 10-12 people linked on facebook, but I find the site about as compelling as Miracle Whip. I’ve got no reason to go there or use it, and it doesn’t really beat actually talking to those 10-12 people. I’d rather invite them over, open a bottle of wine and catch up with them, than read what they did today on line.
Myspace, well that’s ‘Lameface‘. I’m proud to be friendless. Not that I don’t get offers every few days from ‘Rachel’, or ‘Lisa”, to come be their friends and look at the naughty pictures they took, but I really didn’t need another way for SPAM to reach me. I do take a certain joy though in marking those invites as SPAM. It always amazes me that their ‘profiles’ have notes from 10-15 guys who added them as friends with such witty commentary as ‘Yo baby, thanks for lookin me up’. Which brings me back to the Miracle Whip commentary as in, “these guys are dumber than Miracle Whip.”
So, you can send me an add request. I might get to it. You might even be the first myspace person to not be a porn site, but I’d still rather invite you over for a bottle of wine.