Okay, so first there was Friendster.
I liked it well enough. It introduced me to the whole idea of social networking. I thought it was cool. The interface was kinda clunky, and it seemed to grind my computer to a halt, but whatever.
Then came MySpace.
Infinitely easier to use, but it just plain freaks me out. There are so many customization features that it allows for an infinite variety of looks and designs for personal pages. Which is cool and all, until you let the uninitiated masses start doing whatever the hell they want.
The people, that is, who don't understand that less is more and, wherein design is concerned, you might not want a busy background if you want people to be able to read what the fuck you've written.
I have, you can imagine, a love/hate relationship with MySpace.
The latest social networking site I've been surfing is Connexion, which seems to be open to all but is really, I think, mainly aimed at The Gays and Those Who Love Them. If you're one of the aforementioned, then perhaps you might want to check it out, and become my friend:
So, right, I haven't been posting a lot here lately, mostly 'cuz The Velvet Prison is (happily) kicking my ass and the last thing I want to do at the end of the day is come home and sit down at the computer.
I sure do see how – in years past – I managed to gain thirty pounds the last time I had a corporate gig. I'm finding myself falling into some rather ancient habits. Like coming home and crashing in front of the television set.
That's not good.
I hadn't been feeling well a couple weeks ago, and I skipped the gym; suddenly it's been over a month since I've gone. It was a shock when the latest monthly payment was deducted from my bank account and I come to the realization that I'd not been since the last monthly payment had been deducted.
I only admit this publicly in the homes that – out of embarrassment – I'll shame myself into the gym again soon.
I liked it well enough. It introduced me to the whole idea of social networking. I thought it was cool. The interface was kinda clunky, and it seemed to grind my computer to a halt, but whatever.
Then came MySpace.
Infinitely easier to use, but it just plain freaks me out. There are so many customization features that it allows for an infinite variety of looks and designs for personal pages. Which is cool and all, until you let the uninitiated masses start doing whatever the hell they want.
The people, that is, who don't understand that less is more and, wherein design is concerned, you might not want a busy background if you want people to be able to read what the fuck you've written.
I have, you can imagine, a love/hate relationship with MySpace.
The latest social networking site I've been surfing is Connexion, which seems to be open to all but is really, I think, mainly aimed at The Gays and Those Who Love Them. If you're one of the aforementioned, then perhaps you might want to check it out, and become my friend:
So, right, I haven't been posting a lot here lately, mostly 'cuz The Velvet Prison is (happily) kicking my ass and the last thing I want to do at the end of the day is come home and sit down at the computer.
I sure do see how – in years past – I managed to gain thirty pounds the last time I had a corporate gig. I'm finding myself falling into some rather ancient habits. Like coming home and crashing in front of the television set.
That's not good.
I hadn't been feeling well a couple weeks ago, and I skipped the gym; suddenly it's been over a month since I've gone. It was a shock when the latest monthly payment was deducted from my bank account and I come to the realization that I'd not been since the last monthly payment had been deducted.
I only admit this publicly in the homes that – out of embarrassment – I'll shame myself into the gym again soon.
I told you that my 25 year high school reunion is coming up, didn't I?
How the fuck did I get so old? That's what I want to know.I haven't been to one since the 10-year reunion back in 1992, so I have to admit I'm a little surprised at how much I'm looking forward to returning to the scene of past triumphs (well, tragedies is probably more like it, actually; I was, after all, a skinny, closeted, pimply gay kid in rural Western Pennsylvania, after all) and catching up with the compatriots of my youth. It'll be a gas to see who's changed, and how.
'Cuz, of course, I haven't changed, right?
Right?!?
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