Porkroast and fishwich
One thing you might notice, if you happen to look at the bottom of the sidebar to the left, is that I am a member of two of these new-fangled “social networking” websites: the MySpace and the Facebook. You may have heard of them on such TV shows as “Dateline NBC: To Catch a Predator” or “The 700 Club.” The two sites serve essentially the same basic function, allowing networked groups of people to share and update information about themselves. The differences between the two sites are nuanced and varied, but ultimately boil down to this:
Facebook is clean, functional, easy-to-use, and is being continuously upgraded with new tools and technologies, whereas MySpace spatters a cold, brownish, liquid something on you, until, voila, you’ve failed to succeed in being able to send or post whatever it was you were trying to do…not that it cares one way or the other.
I also enjoy (not.) how Myspace forces me to look at soft core porn in public spaces. All that Facebook pimps out to me are new cell phone plans and convenient subleasing opportunities.