I got home too late to write my post about Once last night, but it's coming soon, I promise. In brief, it was amaaazing and Glen Hansard said he loved my name and would name a child after me.
In the meantime, I'd just like to give credit where credit is due. MySpace: I've given you grief in the past for being an incredibly shitty social networking site and I'm sorry. I would never have known about last night's event if it weren't for you. So, thanks.
Why am I not sleeping right now? Because of my usual insomnia and because I'm tinkering around on MySpace.
Yes, the earth stopped spinning, the mountains crashed into the sea, and the sun went supernova because Bluenana's profile has information in it. Gasp!
Some of you may already know about my hatred for MySpace and pretty much all social networking sites. Let's just chalk it up to my inner antisocial wallflower.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm a hypocrite. For example, I have a Friendster account. Why? Because my cousin in the Philippines forced me to. My profile is up there and I have a bunch of pictures up (to make her happy), but I hardly ever login to check it. Periodically I'll get an email from Friendster telling me that so-and-so has updated their profile with new pictures and then the voyeur in me will immediately login to see what's what. So basically, Friendster is my Us Weekly that I read only for the pictures.
Once again, I am a hypocrite reborn, because I'm thinking about updating my MySpace account. As some of you may remember, I have a MySpace account, although thanks in no part to my own doing. I just mysteriously have one that's linked to my email address and has the same password I use for virtually everything. Very, very disturbing.
I discovered recently from my better half that one of my best friends has a MySpace account and they're now "friends." Inside my brain went, "Hey, that's my friend. How come she never told me that she has a MySpace account?" and I became green with envy.
So, thanks Justice. Now I'm going to have to redecorate my corner of the internets and invite you to my crib to be my friend. And then I'll have, like, two friends, which will then remind me that I am an antisocial wallflower who has two friends and who needs to be reminded of that?
...and Friendster and all those shitty "social networking" sites. I imagine a prerequisite for starting an account is a desire to connect with your fellow man and wanting to "network socially," whatever the hell that means. In my book, social networking is pretending you're a horny underage schoolgirl who's just looking for a little fun. At any rate, I'm the biggest hypocrite I know because I have an account at both sites. Friendster was my cousin's fault and MySpace is his fault. Let's just call him MySpace boy.
What's disturbing is that I went to MySpace and started creating an account today, but when I tried to sign up, there was a message stating that the email address I entered was already being used. Now, I would definitely remember if I created a MySpace account, and I know I didn't. Out of curiosity, logged in with the email address and used the password that I use for virtually everything else, and voila, I am logged into MySpace. Wtf?
I look at my profile and my full name is listed (not an avatar or screenname or anything else) and I realize that my name has been searchable in MySpace for who knows how long. Considering that I go by "Bluenana" here in the Forest, I think it' s a little obvious that I cherish and am careful to protect my privacy and anonymity.
Anyway, so MySpace boy's been blogging at this social networking site for some time now. I imagine the only reason he's insisting I get an account is so I can read his blog and be impressed by his obviously witty commentary. Don't get me wrong: he's one of the funniest people I know and one day he'll be making tons of money with that humor of his, but seriously? Get a blogger account!
