The Daily News
1 Days go by, I tellya.
2 Days go by.
3 Well I finally broke down and have been TRYING to do this thing called Myspace.com. The Daily News has always used the very awesome Xanga.com to deliver this glorious Daily drivel. I LOVE xanga. It’s neat, it’s clean, and it is quite writer-friendly.
4 So when Xanga became huge, I almost felt that the DN was THE original Xanga! I used to brag: hey, THIS useless stuff was out there long before anybody started doing online journals and such. I know, I know, who cares anyway? I dunno. Ever catch yourself boasting that like, “I was the FIRST to do blah, blah, blah…” Hey ants-in-yer-pants, no one cares.
5 Yet you still feel the need to tell everyone that YOU did whatever before it was the big thing, like anybody really gives a hoot.
6 Anyhow, I claim to be THE world’s first Xanga.
7 VERY big deal.
8 I wish I could say the same about Myspace.com. I just don’t get it. I’m SORT of STARTING to. My daughters told me I ought to get one, so I followed suit. But you need to ASK people you already KNOW if they will be your friend. Huh? And then you send like one-sentence messages to your “friends”.
9 The cool thing is that old mates from the past can find you and say howdy! That’s pretty cool. So I have letters from Moses (he can finally shave!), Fred, Barney, Homer (the writer), Satchel Paige, and of course, Durante. I used to chill with those boyz.
10 Sidebar:> I love how pluralz now add the “z” so everybody can sound like gangstaz, gee.
11 Anywayz, somewhere on Myspace, Angie-the-Awesome gave out a shout, and it WAY looks like we might have a director or two for the one-acts. Of course, I could have simply e-mailed like a civilized fellow, but I guess Myspace.com is now the reality. Yo, yo, yo, what’s krackin’ slice?
12 My theory about Myspace.com, besides figuring it’s a government conspiracy to make us feel like we don’t fit in, is this: I THINK Myspace.com has SOMETHING to do with peacocking for young people, who need still to do the “wooing dahnse” as Richard Burton so shamelessly put it in Taming of the Shrew. To me, it’s somewhat of a danse macabre, but then, I’m merely the offbeat intellectual coffeehouse wannabe. I actually don’t really even know what a danse macabre IS, but it sure sounds nice and fancy-schmantsy. Nothing like being a self-proclaimed offbeat intellectal coffehouse wannabe.
13 Anywayz, I much prefer wit and words. And Xanga lends me the means to do both. Too bad I possess neither.
14 But thanks to Myspace.com I was able to reach Angie. I must say, in that regard, it works. But…ah, nevermind.
15 Otherwise, I really don’t like Myspace.com, to be honest with you. It just feels weird trying to ask friends if you could be their friend. You wind up feeling that if they say no, you’re the only guy playing in the four-square box at the end of the day.The sun goes down, and you silently take your ball and walk slowly away.
16 Ah, I’ll STILL keep going there, to Myspace.com, just like I’ll always take a brief glance at an auto wreck. Xangaland seems to me now a desert, and more’s the pity. At its peak, it contained some great writing, poetry, pictures, web-designs, and interactions. I saw people creating, communicating, and it always seemed an artistic place for everyone. Myspace.com seems like a place to be somewhat superficial with people who sort of zip in and out of your life, while the REAL people in your life just sort of look off thinking, “Huh?”
17 I don’t know. Just one of those trends that I wish would go away, like, well, text-messaging.
18 What trends DO I like? Who cares. Ah, I’ll go ahead and tellya anyway.
19 Ah, let’s see…Jamba Juice. Starbucks. Digital Photography. Poetry. Music. Synchronicity. Coincidences.Xanga, still, and evermore. Drama, baseball, and good company. And maybe snail mail, which I’m thinking of moving into shortly. But slowly.
20 If the company is always better than the destination, then I’m well into a trend I adore.
21 Meanwhile, I guess I’ll say, “Hiya. Wassuppppp!” to all my friends on Myspace. See what happens..
22 It’s all just a note in a bottle anyway, tossed into a really weird sea.
23 And then I’ll grab a cup of coffee with someone I actually care about, and engage in an uninterrupted conversation using real words, and real heart, and speak of things that matter.
24 The world has just kept moving places I simply don’t care to go. So I think I’ll just remain exactly who I am. After changes, you know, we are more or less the same.
25 See you later.
26 Oh, and peace, yo.
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