My stab at MySpace humor

A couple of weeks ago, I replied to my first bulletin. Since MySpace (and Tom) delete bulletins after 10 days, I wanted to preserve this for posterity for all to enjoy (including Tom). – Ryan

Well, I’m responding to the most interesting bulletin I’ve seen in a while. Instead of the typical ’69 things I did to find good lovin’, someone is using the bulletins as a gauge to see if people are listening. Consequently, those that apparently didn’t post a reply to the bulletin may be dropped as a friend.

It’s an interesting approach, but it might be an imprecise tool. I don’t reply or repost bulletins because I’m just not into talking about ‘good lovin’ or propagating inane forwards about security breaches or promises of good luck. Oh, well. I’m here.

Since I’m on the soap box, I may as well respond to those burning questions. I hope no one’s offended — I’m trying to spice things up a bit.

Here we go:

  • Did you ever do it with a marsupial? Not yet.
  • What’s the last thing you saw before you blinked? This screen and my impending doom.
  • Could you please repost this bulletin so that Tom and the MySpace gang will know you’re still alive? No, for two reasons. One – I’m writing this darn thing. Two – if ‘Tom’ (if that’s his real name) needs users to repost lame bulletins to make sure a user account is active, then we’re all in poor shape.
  • Speaking of reposting this bulletin, what’s the most ominous threat you can conceive of to ‘encourage’ compliance? If you don’t pass this bulletin on, you will one day realize that you’ve lacked something for a long time. This feeling of loss is compounded by the fact that you didn’t miss whatever is missing until it was gone.
  • OK, now I need to ask a random, ‘wacky’ question: When was the last time you contributed to a compost pile? Never, unless you count using the bathroom. 😉
  • Seriously, nothing at all with the marsupial? I was tempted during a romantic cruise near Corsica, but the moment passed when I saw the marsupial for what it was — a pouched animal. I felt unworthy.

Woh, lookit the time

Gee, I think I’m being good and going to bed early, but I’ve gotten snared by browsing the site, filling out my profile, putting up my photo for ranking (because I’m insanely curious about what others think about me) and stuff. I came to the site to figure out where my sister’s space had gone to (from Xanga) and now it’s just blossomed into this great experience. In addition to my sister, I found another sister, a co-worker, classmates from my high schools, etc. It’s darn interesting stuff. I promise to use the knowledge solely for good (or not at all). So I’m having fun. Sure, I was prompted to register and join the merry News Corp. family and the site organization could be a tad nicer. While I still like the space I’ve carved out at, it’s a lot better than Xanga.


The New Professionalism

Current mood:amused

First post. This sure is an interesting site. I doubt I’ll take full advantage of it — I’ve got pokers in other fires elsewhere on the ‘net. While I was registering, this little note captured my eye:

Put your new MySpace URL on business cards, on email signatures or add it to your AIM Profile.

I’ve gotten more impressed by how many groups and people use MySpace, but there’s no way in heck I would go to the expense of making business cards and putting a MySpace address on it. Maybe the music groups would do that. Since MySpace won’t give the option, I’m playing the CBC Radio 3 podcast from 24 June (really digging “Tradition” from ska group Los Furios. Can’t wait until the network hits Sirius satelite.