... and Stay Dead

I nuked my MySpace page today.

A few years ago, the Carney convinced me to put together a MS page. I took about 15 minutes and got it up and running, I was all set to start social-networking. I popped a congratulatory beer as a reward for all 'o' that e-hacking, and then promptly proceed to completely ignore it for the following 3 years. In fact, I would often forget that I had that damned thing until I'd check an obsolete e-mail address and be drowned by requests of dozens of idiots wanting to be my 'friend'. Um... no.
I'd though about killing it several times in the past, but somehow I convinced myself that it could come in handy if I needed it (it never did). Plus, I was fairly proud of the big zero preceding 'friends' to the side of my account (just like in real-life).

Then my MySpace shangri-la fell apart. A couple of weeks ago The Girl tricked me into logging onto my MySpace account wherein she promptly added herself as an e-friend (with benefits). Dammit. A couple of days later the Floating Basement MS page went up and strangled to death what very little 'cool' was left with its bare hands. God bless you gentlemen - The internets are now dead.

Less than an hour after suiciding my page, I was reading a Wired article on the best and worst Web 2.0 sites, and (surprise!) MySpace 'won' Worst.
I'm just gonna cut & paste that blurb here, 'cuz it says it all:

MySpace No thanks for the ad.

They say 100 million users can't be wrong. Well, can't they? Regardless of how popular MySpace is or how many bands, web celebs or stalkers it continues to empower and enable, the social networking site is about as pleasant to look at as last week's cat vomit. The user interface is clunky and counterintuitive. Advertising is ubiquitous and invasive. The garish backgrounds and animated images seem sucked from some terrible time portal that leads straight to the nascent web of 1995. Oh, and auto-launching audio widgets and video players? Don't get me started.

Amen, brother!