War Rocket Ajax

"It’s full of (words)…"

Pardon my sloth in catching up to this obvious realization, but there are more places than ever available to fill with words both useful and profane.

MySpace can be blogged upon, though I stopped doing so when I realized I was having enough trouble keeping a decent content flow here, and I didn’t want to just copy links. Now I prefer to use my MySpace page to post videos. Odd? Sure, I guess. I tend to ignore YouTube, mostly. Mostly.

Facebook’s bland aesthetic, for some reason, is capturing more hearts, minds, and fingers each day, though it seems to have problems every other month. After the last terms of use change, I took all personal photos from the page, as Truthseeker013 did, but I keep the page. The majority of people I know, or knew, or am likely to know someday will probably use the pablum page for communication, though I find negotiating its streaming green letters barely tolerable.

And now there’s Twitter. And I plunged into it for two simple reasons: Christopher Walken, and I’m a sheep. Well, Barry Eisler, too, and I’m occasionally a sheep. But now it turns out CWalken isn’t that Christopher Walken after all. If one of the main reasons I visited the site was to enjoy whatever posts he might throw down–each more entertaining than the sum of the posts of other celebrities I "followed" (that should have been GIANT HINT NUMBER ONE he was fake), why should I bother to keep yet another social networking site in my stable of favorites? Even though I’m sure Barry Eisler is the real Barry Eisler, I have no use for twitting.