A Tough Burger to Swallow


Working for a web development company, nothing bothers me more than MySpace, but at the same time I succumbed to the ongoing pressure to join a year ago and have enjoyed the messages I receive from people I probably would have already lost contact with.  As it is with so many forms of communication there are peaks and valleys with an inevitable plateau, and today, I declare MySpace as finally leveling out in popularity.  Everyone and there Mom/Dog/Cat/Greasy Uncle/Favorite Band/Comedian/Crappy Movie Sequel have a profile page. With the negative aspects of unadulterated stalking and snooping leads to failed job opportunities and general debasement people will begin to move away from the social philandering site.  Evidenced by the following excerpt from a popular blog:

I’ve developed this theory that anything you write on MySpace instantly becomes 150% more idiotic just by the mere fact that you are writing it on MySpace.
Example? When you type “E = MC2″ into your profile it is automatically
is converted into “1 + 2 = 3″ by a backend computer program, I swear!

You ever look at the profile of someone you don’t know and just go,
“Holy crap, this person is an IDIOT!” Then have you gone and looked at your own profile and read it as if you didn’t know yourself and realize, “Oh my lord, I sound like a dipsh-t!”

                        (from the Modern Age.org)

But then again where else can you find a sweet picture like this:

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. schroediki
    Apr 14, 2006 @ 18:51:12

    CHS has fostered many a great individuals…she is a saint

  2. Defense
    Apr 14, 2006 @ 17:45:10

  3. Frickerigno
    Apr 14, 2006 @ 17:35:51

    Was that a shot to Schroediki?
    Yeah right Baumann, looking up old friends on Hank’s page. Bullshit. You were looking for pictures of Rachel Damron late at night, with your door locked, through your own myspace page:
    Whemgeeem. Ooo you got burned.

  4. Defense
    Apr 14, 2006 @ 15:07:27

    My only space is for flapjacks. I looked up some old Chico High School folks via Hank’s page once and everyone on there was either married, divorced, in the military, still in Chico, or a combination thereof. I imagine it’d be even worse for the other CHS: Corona High School.