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Myspace, Yourspace, We All Scream for. . .Something, Something

Today I have a clip from the Daily Show. In the clip, comedian Demetri Martin takes a look at social networking on the internet, AKA myspace.

This brings me to the second part of this posting - myspace, although it is childish, "gay," and for "retards," myspace, I have to admit is fun, in a waste of time type of way.

I signed up for myspace about a year ago, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. My account stood still for months, Tom was my only friend. Then something happened around Decemberish. My girlfriend got an account, her friends got accounts, my friends got accounts; I gave it another shot. Eh, it did nothing for me at first, I got some more friends, people left asinine comments. If I was going to be a internet nerd I was just going to stick with my message boards.

A few weeks ago something else happened, I don't know what it was, maybe I woke up on the other side of the bed, or maybe I leaned too hard on one cheek while dropping a duce, I don't know - BUT NOW, I AM ADDICTED!

I like leaving asinine comments and pictures and gifs. I enjoy posting and replying to bulletins. I find comfort in hunting down long lost aquaintinces, and then, making them my friends. I think it is totally bitchin' to have famous friends - where else other than myspace could I call Locke, Sawyer, and Mr. Eko of Lost, Pam and Kevin of The Office, and a handful of my favorite music groups, comedians, and random celebs, MY FRIENDS. Nowhere. I can't forget the #1 point of myspace - accumulating has many friggin friends as possible. Who cares if you don't know know them, as long as the thank you for the "add" it is all good in the hood.

So, if you are reading this and you are on myspace and you are feeling friendly, add me, please, *I need more friends!

My, myspace.

*Geoff is not as desperate and pathetic as he seems to be.


clip, again, incase your forgot.

“Myspace, Yourspace, We All Scream for. . .Something, Something”

  1. Anonymous Anonymous Says:

    Same timeline here minus the part about becoming COMPLETELY obsessed with it to the point of adding tv characters and bands. (Though, I did run across Donkey Lips, of Salute Your Shorts fame, the other week and was SOOOO close to adding him.)

    You will know you have a problem when you start posting those incredible flashing glitter letter animated gifs saying things such as "HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVER!!" in other peoples profiles.

    PS. Just added you.