Friday, November 21, 2008
"This Is My Dance Space, This Is Your Dance Space"
I have a myspace account that I've been trying to delete since I started it. The problem is, I pretty much knew I was going to hate it when I signed up for it, so I gave the contact e-mail as those "@mac.com" addresses. Of course, I don't know what my password for it is, so without the password, I can't click on the cancellation confirmation e-mail. Really I just think Rupert Murdoch won't let me go.
Myspace bothers me because it's poorly designed, ugly, and has crap spam controls, but mostly because I get a high quotient of crazy in my inbox. An "uptown problem" if there ever was one, I know.
There's the occasional "Did you know that we're secretly twin sisters!?" and various slightly sexually threatening notes, but mostly I get a lot of the "Read my script" sort of thing. Hey, I get it, everyone thinks they need to hustle so they can make it big. But could you show your type A-biggest-star-in-your-high-school-musical moxie elsewhere?
I hope your movie gets made -- I do! But I have to tell you: I can't get your movie made. I can't even get people to watch the youtube videos I think are funny -- LIKE THE ONE OF THE CAT RIDING THE ROOMBA! (See below.)
Now that the record has been set straight, I'm sure MySpace will be a happy, crazy-free place.