Rou

I've never really understood MySpace. I accept that. I don’t feel less for it. In fact, my few forays into the social networking site left me feeling glad that I somehow missed out on this little phenomenon.

The gist of it seems to be one of three main groups. Friends who want someplace to chat back and forth online and couldn’t find a forum that suited their purposes. People who hoped to meet cyber friends and couldn’t find a better way to do so. And finally, spammers, who take advantage of a large searchable database of people.

I’m leaving out groups certainly. The bands looking fro an audience, the celebs trying to talk to their fans, etc. They’re the minority.

I dunno. The overwhelming majority of people I’ve encountered seem to be people that just suck at the internet. They couldn’t find a forum or set of forums to discuss whatever it is they want to discuss.

In some ways it’s a revolutionary site. A blog, a forum, and an attention whore site devoted entirely to Ego. Media storage, searchable user databases, the works. Very good.

But the clientele seems like prats for the most part. Cry babies and high school kids that spend most of their time gossiping about what Linda Sue and Jimmy did last Saturday. It’s really painful. On top of that, so many of these brain surgeons are complete idiots. I mean, damn. Who puts proof of their crimes on web sites? Seriously. I know the average criminal isn’t the brightest bulb in the box, but fucking hell people. You don’t put video of the crime online. You don’t put pictures of the crime online. And you don’t blog about how you did the crime. You especially don’t do those things on a web site that is searchable, is identifiable, and you’ve broadcasted to most of your friends and family. If it’s in your email signature, as some of them are, it’s even more idiotic.

Of course, judging by their web design skills, I’m supposed to give them a freebie. I mean, it’s not nice to pick on deaf, and color blind people right? Who knew that there were literally millions of high schools kids who can’t tell that grey on black text with flashing icons and blaring Emo music is bad web design. Those poor unfortunates. Seriously, someone should start a foundation to help them. Because if they’re not handicapped, someone needs to put them out of their misery before they are allowed into the rest of the internet.

Dunno. I just don’t get it. But I suppose I’m a relic of a previous era. I remember dialing into a BBS to talk. Then onto ICQ, IM, forums, IRC, voice comm., blogging, ranting and more. I can’t say I’ve ever really had a place for something like MySpace. Maybe that’s just me.