This despite myspace's rather transparent attempt to make itself more facebook-y with its image overhaul this week.
Don't be fooled. Myspace isn't facebook. Myspace is a far more interesting, less deluded and less vain place to be.
And my wife isn't on myspace. She is on facebook. Minus points there for the pirates and zombies, then.
In my limited experience of facebook, it strikes me that you can do lots of faffing about, but not much of any real use. Networking on facebook consists of biting chunks out of vampires, throwing things at people, oh, and 'poking' them too. You don't need to have a doctorate in Carry on Innuendo to work out what's going on there.
It's all a bit primary school playground, isn't it?
Clearly, that's the appeal.
I told one of the staff at Telfords that I had advertised the Kentucky AFC gig on myspace and they looked at me so askance I thought that I must have forgotten to put the rabbit back in the hutch.
But no! Myspace has become so passÈ I'm rather looking forward to becoming an advocate. Especially considering how derisive I was in the olden days of 2006. At least I can ignore the spam on myspace. And I can delight in the knowledge that when I spam other people, they can ignore mine too.
On facebook, my inbox is already full of a parade of annoying fliers for events I will never go to. Tantrum & funkdub please take note!
Being of an alleged musical disposition, myspace does have certain advantages. I love the fact that myspace is a home for people who make music. facebook, on the other hand, is a home for people who pretend to love music. They're those weirdos who prefer other people to free streaming tunes. Self-aggrandising poseurs, the lot of them. Not the lot of them. That's unfair. The vast majority of them.
The biggest irritation with facebook is its supposed strength. The fact that to participate you have to install a multitude of applications you would never dream of using just to learn that someone you went to school with twenty-five years ago wants to turn you into a vampire.
You weren't that interested in playing Dungeons and Dragons with me at the time, though, were you, Duncan Farmer?
Still, I am on it and would dearly love to have your zombie mouth chomp on my ghoulish ass [translates as: I have only got 83 friends at the moment, which is about 83 more than I have in real life, but still not enough].
I do look forward to a spectacular volte face in 2008, when I will be defending facebook to the hilt when everyone has fucked off elsewhere.
These are the things that concern me at the moment in order of magnitude:
i) why people kill each other.
ii) yet still no one has killed Gary Neville.
That's it, really.
The rest of my brain is all concerned with learning Welsh.
I'm pretty shit at it. Being a gobshite in English, but then having to rein all of the gob-shite-ed-ness in because my vocabulary currently consists of such conversational gems as:
I am Adam. I live in Chester. I work with the BBC in Wrexham.
You know that stuff already, don't you?
Anyhow, to accelerate the learning process, I have begun a blog in Welsh at:
http://thewelshlearner.blogspot.com
Adam dw i.
Dw i'n byw yn Nghaer.
Dw i'n geithio efo'r BBC yn Wrecsam.
Nos da!
©Adam Walton
2010
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