Y'know, in that familiar Sullen Teen, disgruntled gennexer way, I DO kinda LIKE being annoyed with mySpace's apparent too-big-for-its-britches-ness... This organically grown friendster 2.0, the internet's hallway of high school lockers, decorated by users and their "friends," stuffed with secret notes, hiding a diary with tucked-in clippings on huffing, cutting, purging, hacking, and who-knows-what, postered with the latest cute band alert, Teen Beat or Bananas centerfold, filled with textbooks still in their shrink wrap, and this year, co-opted by Fox, who gets that it's been deemed cool by the eMpTyVee demo, somehow, but is still trying to figure out how to make that coolness WORK for it...The situation resembles (okay, maybe it's a stretch, but at 1am, my brain's pretty pliable) the sadly now-stereotypical media-hyped scandalous mySpace crime, no? The luring of an under-age teen into a situation s/he's not ready for. Rupert and Fox want mySpace to come out and play, like a real business, and sure, mySpace might be curious—"Oh, they're so OLD! Still... they've got $$$ and it would probably make for a good story to blog... maybe I could get it on video, too!"—but is really just fine hunting down old school classic rock from Journey, Simple Minds, and Hall & Oates, chatting with Kevin Smith and Rob Thomas, sending mail to movies the way Homer Simpson* does, and believing that Jenna Jameson and Forbidden really are its friends...
Maybe mySpace will end up agreeing to meet them at the coffee shop...
And then go all HARD CANDY on their @ss!
Heh.
Eh.
Whatev.
Keep on keepin on~
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* Homer's letter to DIE HARD...Dear Die Hard,
You rock!
Especially when that guy was on the roof!
P.S: Do you know Mad Max?
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