Chapter C: Of MySpace and Men

Image of the Day: Tree on the corner of Stafford St. and Kentucky St. (digital camera + photoshop)

About a week ago, I was standing on a street corner waiting for the light to change so I could walk across. I leaned idly against the stoplight and pressed the crosswalk button over and over again, out of habit. I don't think this makes the light change faster, but until the relevant government agency finally issues a Public Service Announcement to that effect, I'll have to give it the benefit of the doubt.

Eventually, the red handprint on the other side flickered off and was replaced by a glowing human-like shape, striding purposefully. As I stepped into the street a humongous yellow BANDWAGON suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and ran me over. And then it backed up and ran me over again. Ow.

All this is to say, I have finally created a MySpace page. It was incredibly difficult and unintuitive, so I finally understand why the majority of people have such fucked up layouts. Not that difficulty is a valid excuse, it's just an explanation. I don't have anything there that wasn't imported from somewhere else so you probably shouldn't bother with checking it out. Unless you want to add me as a MySpace friend...which would be nice.