In a show of unmitigated arrogance, power, and assholery, MySpace has been inaccessible for the better part of the last 24 hours.
Good. Wean me off it. I go there like it's a drug, which is probably why people say "Are you on MySpace?" I need away from it. It's a decent way to network, but that depends solely on the other people you are "Friends" with deciding to care enough to stop by your profile, read your bulletin, or come looking for their $61.33... AMERICAN.
GOOD RIDDANCE. MySpace, now a holding of the Rupert Murdoch Media Empire (and who knows the "NOW" of contemporary technology better'n a fella name of "Rupert?"), is consistenly giving us every reason to get off the junk. Errors. Slow page loads. Allowing ANYBODY to load up on it. The fun is gone when the 17 year old cheerleader can take her shirt off for attention, but commenting on it is considered "Inappropriate," even if the comment is proportionate to the picture's skank factor.
So yeah, there ya go. I'm sure I'll still put stuff on there because I'm a writing junkie and it's another blog I can fill out (sorry, I meant to tell you...), but overall, eh, I'll leave it to the hornies, homies, and people who have nothing to say.
Btw... My NEW website will be up and running THIS WEEK! Check back to GLRules.com when you can.
BTW:
This weekend was the appropriate weekend for Killorn O'Neill's Hot-Talent Of The Season:
Projectile Boob Sweating.
Seriously... when did Tabasco start making air?
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2 comments:
I heard they had a virus and were probably shut-down for cleansing. That's what you get for indisciminately adding friends. Sort of a virtual chlamydia.
Do they have projectile boob sweating in the olympics? If they do, my money's on the East German men.
Projectile boob sweating?
Ahhhh! Hot summer days. Makes one think of Seth Coxson rollerblading around Green Lake drunk in speedo. Such things is summer made of... (sigh)
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