Blow Up MySpace

This morning I woke up and found that my MySpace page no longer existed. Still waiting to hear from MySpace--not holding my breath. All the depressing things going on in my life and now this.

My password is obscure, but maybe I got hacked. Still, I hate the idea of investing the time to create a page and then poof. I feel like an Orwellian unperson--hard to believe I'd get so emotionally wrapped up in what is really just a magnetic data record. I don't think the system is down, because other pages are up. I read the Terms of Service (who the hell reads through all that rubbish?). The only violations that might apply to me is I used a couple of last names in blog posts--and my *own,* on my page. Still, you'd think they would summarily delete the offending post, not the whole shebang. Plus other people use their names on their pages (for example, Porter Mason, the great New York improviser who introduced us for our student who on Sunday).

As crude as my page was, I had 10 friends, I had 3 blog entries that I put a lot of thought into. I figured out how to add a song. Yuck.

If I offended you, I'm sorry. If you'd asked me to censor the offending post or even take it off entirely, I certainly would have. I only write about people I care about and who I like.

So, I'm putting up this Google blog. I can't even find a TOS for them. Oh, this will probably get pulled the hell down too. I might put up a stub page on MySpace, but I certainly won't waste my time putting blog posts or pictures on it. I might put that Fastball song on, however; I'm not even young enough to listen to Fastball, but "Out Of My Head" is a nice tune and the lyrics seem to apply to me.

By the way, there's a wonderful little blog called Fessing Up. Linda, the blogger, put up a nice post about something her brother said. I can't improve on what Linda said; so, I'll just link to it thus.

Oh, and if you're on jury duty, hang in there. Society needs people like you. Society needs you.