MySpace at Last
I’ve finally succumbed to peer pressure and threw up a MySpace account here. For someone who prides himself on being technically savvy, it seems a little late in the game. Frankly, I’ve been a little creeped out by the whole MySpace phenomenon, with all the sexual predators floating around, not to mention the hordes of lonely, desperate, socially inept types who can’t pry themselves away from their computers long enough to skulk out of their dingy basements and meet people the old fashioned way, face to face. I’m not advocating alcoholism here, mind you, but there’s a lot to be said for the occasional visit to the local watering hole for a shot and a game of pool. Sometimes it’s just that kind of night that could lead to marriage and children, if that’s your thing. Of course, it’s much easier to pretend you’re a hundred pounds lighter and thirty years younger, soliciting twelve year olds because you’re just so in tune with their needs. I know plenty of people who are convinced that computers are evil. Apparently it’s the Internet itself that ends marriages, rather than the people compelled to abuse the greatest collective source of information the world has ever known. So maybe I’ve been guilty of labelling MySpace unfairly. After all, guns don’t kill people. People do. I will keep this website and blog going, selectively throwing up a MySpace blog entry, maybe sharing a photo here and a video there. With a little luck, I’ll avoid getting sucked into the dark abyss.
