codyg1985’s Think Tank

So I go to login to MySpace to see what’s going on there.  I notice that a lot of my friends are posting bulletins about free PlayStation 3 consoles, animated smileys, profile trackers, and Lord knows what else from the bowels of the internet.  But these things don’t appear just once.  Oh, far from it. They appear about every hour or so.  Doubt they posted those there, but there they are staring me in the face.

But the spamification of MySpace does not end there.  A trip to my friend request page lends a sight that isn’t too far-removed from a porn site.  About every other day some chick that looks way too good to ever be interested in me asks me to be my friend.  I go to check the location.  Alabama? Nope. California?  Ditto.  Ratio of male friends to female friends?  Infinity.  Number of suckers born every minute?  Too many to count.

Next I check the MySpace forums.  Yep, I’m really bored by now.  A haven for jerks and the grammar-challenged alike.  An intelligent conversation never seems to come to mind when reading the posts.  Maybe a distant memory from recess.  Or an upcoming one from Divorce Court.

MySpace is a victim of it’s own popularity, plain and simple.  The people that still use MySpace do so because their friends have not yet discovered other productivity killers social networks to use, or (gasp!) IM and email.   For example, everyone that I know that has discovered Facebook prefer it over MySpace.  And now that Facebook has opened up registration to everyone, the door is opened to those that are tired of the cluttered, ad-filled, cluster f*ck that is MySpace to jump ship.  What was once the place to be for many of the people I knew from high school is now filled with tumbleweeds that tell you that you need a larger penis.