Something I did this time worked and I have a mySpace account. It is far creepier than I imagined. As soon as I joined I already had a "friend" -- Tom Sherwood -- who I immediately stood in front of a wall and had shot. This instant friend business is a sure sign of social decay.
There is all sorts of other garbage on my page I really don't understand or want. I don't want to take the trouble to fix it or clean it up since I'm not staying any longer than necessary.
The Randy Newman song, "Mama told me not to come..." keeps running through my head.
I was in San Diego this weekend and saw a t-shirt that read, "You were much cuter on mySpace."
Hummingbird from the UCSC Arboretum
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