Ask anyone. The milkman, your librarian, the kid at the Wendy's drive-thru, my kid, your kid, grandmother, aunt, uncle, favorite singer/songwriter, just to name a few. They all have them:
MY SPACE
So I signed up and got one, too. I like to be part of the pack and so I hopped in and followed all the lemmings. There we all are! Who knew I had so many friends? I didn't. I've even gained a few I'd never known, but that's cool. The more the merrier, right?
Yet trying to figure out the "how-to" of it, well, one needs a PhD in HTML. For all the exposure it touts you can get as a result of MySpace, the damn thing is about as friendly as a hairy-assed tarantula.
Like I need one more distraction in my writing life. And that's what it has become because I won't rest until I've figured it out. That's just how I am. Give me something new and I'm intrigued beyond mystery and go on a quest to master it - take Sudoku for example. When it first appeared in the daily newspaper I dug in. I wore out a few erasers, but damnit, I won! I now skip the easy ones and only do those appearing later in the week - the ones with three to five stars beneath them (difficulty level: the more stars the harder the puzzle).
But MySpace? ARRRRGH! What evil person developed it and why? That's all I'm asking here. And is there a "MySpace For Idiots" guide somewhere on this planet? Most likely not. Most likely I'm the only one on the planet who hasn't mastered the mother-hucking, "everyone has one" thing. You know what else everyone has? Think real hard, and if you don't know, send me an email and I'll forward the answer to you privately.
MySpace. It's not fun; it doesn't improve my day. Why in the hell did I get one? Oh yeah. Because everyone else has one. Well, everyone else who has one, is your life better off now that you have a MySpace?
MySpace, huh, yeah, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing - uh-huh.
Yet trying to figure out the "how-to" of it, well, one needs a PhD in HTML. For all the exposure it touts you can get as a result of MySpace, the damn thing is about as friendly as a hairy-assed tarantula.
Like I need one more distraction in my writing life. And that's what it has become because I won't rest until I've figured it out. That's just how I am. Give me something new and I'm intrigued beyond mystery and go on a quest to master it - take Sudoku for example. When it first appeared in the daily newspaper I dug in. I wore out a few erasers, but damnit, I won! I now skip the easy ones and only do those appearing later in the week - the ones with three to five stars beneath them (difficulty level: the more stars the harder the puzzle).
But MySpace? ARRRRGH! What evil person developed it and why? That's all I'm asking here. And is there a "MySpace For Idiots" guide somewhere on this planet? Most likely not. Most likely I'm the only one on the planet who hasn't mastered the mother-hucking, "everyone has one" thing. You know what else everyone has? Think real hard, and if you don't know, send me an email and I'll forward the answer to you privately.
MySpace. It's not fun; it doesn't improve my day. Why in the hell did I get one? Oh yeah. Because everyone else has one. Well, everyone else who has one, is your life better off now that you have a MySpace?
MySpace, huh, yeah, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing - uh-huh.
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No. My life is the same as usual. While MySpace was fun in the beginning, it wore off on me in about a month's time. It's a nice way to get some free advertisement, but other than that, it really doesn't serve any purpose. It's a billboard and nothing more. One thing is certain. If you're looking for a good way to sink some time, you can click around to all of your friends' pages. The only time I go on there now is to add friends. The rest is just fluff.
But whatever you do, don't get a Facebook page. Not yet, anyway. I'm still trying to figure out the point of that. Let's face it. When you can pet someone's cyber dog and they can pet yours, I have a hard time trying to figure out how that foolishness relates to networking and promo.
Marcia, I STILL DON'T GET IT! And forget about FaceBook. The name alone paints a mental image of someone snorting a bag full. (For you young'ens, there used to be a slang term "Face In A Bag" - a drug relate...uh never mind.)
I may need drugs to help navigate MySpace, but fear I'll hear a robot chanting "Danger-danger Kathy Calarco."
I don't have one. And don't plan on joining anytime soon. Like you said, I don't have enough time as it is. Plus, I'm really not that computer literate so I'd probably pull my hair out trying to figure out the darn thing.
Robin, better to keep a head of hair. After all, as writers we've already pulled out more than our share. Soon we'll need a good hair replacement system similar to those advertised on the YES Network (Yankee baseball station). They're a big supporter of hair-loss - I think Johnny Bench is one of the spokespersons, lol. And the way the Yankee baseball season has gone, Joe Girardi will be next.
Maybe we can be next...
LOL, Kath! I'm so bummed about the Yankees. But if you listen to my oldest, they're not out of it yet!
Robin, tell your oldest that there's always next year. That's what I've been telling my husband for the last two weeks.
I was going to wait until I sold before messing with MySpace, but it looks like I'll need one sooner. I'm not looking forward to it.
Edie, there HAS TO be an "Idiots Guide to MySpace" (they have them for everything else). If I find one I'll order a copy for both of us. ;)
I have a MySpace page, too, and for just that reason. The good news is that once it's set up I don't have to do all that much to maintain it. The bad news is that it was nearly impossible to set up. In fact, my page is still not the way I'd like it, but I finally gave up on it. I'm pretty decent with the html code, but there are some things I couldn't figure out now matter what I did.
Caryn, you are one of the people I successfully "friended" on it.
Collectively, it appears that everyone has issues with the thing, except those ranging in age from 13 to 25. :)
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