So I finally decided to create a MySpace account.
It took a while, during which I felt like I was being rejected and that my one halting attempt at actually being social and trying to join in was doomed to failure while I waited for my log-in to actually start working.
It was funny, as just last week I was reading a column by John Dvorak about how people over 30 can’t understand and use MySpace.
For a minute there I wondered if he meant it literally and that the only reason Brian and Scott were able to get on was that, at 30, they hadn’t yet crossed the “over 30” threshold.
But eventually I got in. You can check it out (and become my friend) here.
Suddenly I’m a joiner. I feel dirty.
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