Subject is babbling really so weird?...
DateCreated 11/12/2006 3:20:00 AM
PostedDate 11/12/2006 2:03:00 AM
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ok, so people have called me weird more often than not as I've skipped merrily along through this life and along those lines I would like to share this recent thought about one of my newest myspace friends (just think, an actually mention of a myspace friend in a myspace blog, how novel of me, aye?... and for those of you who've read behind the candoor more than a few times, shhhh or I'll giggle and spoil the fun)... yes, so anyway and all that casual word-segue stuff, you might think that Pete Weird is oddly named, but then, he might have been named Pete Best and that could have been seen as a bad omen for a musician, so besides the fact that I like the word weird and Pete seems like fun, I think it's best he keeps the name Weird...

recently I had the potentially brilliant (or ridiculous, as these two adjectives are often the flip sides of the same coin) idea that there should be a group called The Old People's Group here on myspace for, well, old people... I don't exactly mean geriatrics specifically, though I imagine I do mean (hey, I am fleshing out the idea, give it a moment or few weeks) people who are older than the average age of our everyday myspacer, which appears very unscientifically to be somewhere between fourteen and twenty three and a half, roughly estimating, of course... but moreover, I mean people who most would never expect to be putting up a myspace profile, no less soliciting friends...

for instance (and it was not this guy who inspired the idea, however the idea was inspired within a half hour of finding this guy's friend request in my mailbox here (what am I famous or something?) and he does fit the budding conceptualization of the idea for this would be group rather perfectly in that his profile and blog and idea and reason for being on myspace is so perfectly unexpected and yet, so perfectly logically right in so many ways {though this is not an endorsement of his product as I do not know enough to know if I want to endorse him, so just accept him as a fine example of this exploration of this idea I am exploring and I'll continue exploring it just as soon as I figure a way out of this parenthetic aside} and I figure an example or few would help flesh out the idea), this guy (please read the second level parenthetic disclaimer about this not being an endorsement again, thanks, though also please do not take my emphasizing that this is not an endorsement as any sort of dissing either because I have not developed an opinion either way, except to love the fact that he's using myspace to get his word out and I think every potential politician should have a myspace where they not only put up photos and platforms, but also blog regularly {daily, in fact}, and answer comments and questions, but that's a tangent away from the idea I was coming to when I started babbling on about this idea I was having so let's get back to it, the idea, ok?)...

it actually was initially inspired in my brain (remember this a few paragraphs from now and you might chuckle) in some vision quest or something and was brought to the surface just moments ago by this guy (who is not the same guy as the previous guy in the previous paragraph) and I think that inviting people with what I might call stuffy or, to be more PC, mature ideas into the world of myspace would add some flavor (and for some, perhaps, a dash of mockery and/or sarcasm and/or satire, but at the very least irony because everybody ought to have some space on the web and for many the idea that everybody should have a myspace if only because myspace is rapidly becoming the great equalizer... I mean, whether you are Bill Gates or George Bush (either one) or Bill Clinton (to be non-partisan, of course) or Steve Job (in keeping with the non-partisan theme) or Hillary Clinton or Jesse Jackson (we mustn't forget women or minorities, right) or that Hawaiian Senator or some famous Spanish person (I am starting to digress into a mockery of the whole PC concept and drift from the more serious point of the idea, huh?... well, let's see if we can't pull me back into rudimentary logic then)...

yes, so I was pondering the great equalizer that myspace can be (perhaps, is already) in that even if you are some dead genius or rock star or world leader or Pope or Jesus, even (or some other character in a book, fictional, quasi-fictional, dubiously fictional, or just plain historic with an asterisk reminding us that even yesterday is history interpreted by the news media, historians, and ultimately, people in power and not necessarily pure fact or, as Dewey and the librarians might say, non-fiction, or even Jon Cheese, for that matter), here on myspace we are all a page of words and images with an equal right and power to be randomly seen or not seen, be added or rejected, request or ignore or just be here and forget you even created a myspace... yup, the great equalizer, that is myspace...

but I had an idea, didn't I?...

ah yes, it was about starting a group loosely called (as working titles go), The Old Person's Group... and people who feel myspace is too juvenile or immature for them could then identify that feeling and relate to others who share the feeling by joining the group and proudly (or prominently, or both) displaying some sort of banner or more mature identifier identifying them as someone who deserves more respect because they think they do because they are more serious and, perhaps, older and wiser than the rest of us...

I'd join just to see what sort of sociological oddities the group might attract (with all due respect, of course, cuz I can be serious and respectful even to pompous asses {not to suggest that the group would be full of pompous asses, but that is a distinct possibility as I personally have experienced the phenomenon that the percentage of the pompous ass in the general population increases in direct proportion to the mean age of the population [not to mention the size of the pompous ass, but that's a physiological phenomenon and I was digressing sociologically at the moment], so one might expect a few additional PAs in such a group} and others who seem to think they deserve more respect than the ordinary stranger without actually doing anything to earn it)...

and I freely submit myself as sociological oddity specimen, though I wouldn't necessarily maintain that I would deserve to be, anything in the first in line or superior sense of the concept, but I would not shirk the responsibility, if chosen, to be the poster boy for the group if it would help facilitate the group into being whatever the group might become if the group is ever created and populated (because it wouldn't be much of a group if I was the only member, though I do pass for a group of sorts and even many at times, but that's another story, or series of stories or blogs, diaries, journals, and other web spaces, not to infringe on any copyright myspace might have on the idea of my spaces or anything)...

hey, just cuz I like music (to dramatically understate the emotion) and, like Pete (mentioned a while back), enjoy stuff like this and all sorts of trivia doesn't mean I'm easy... but to sum up the idea in a nutshell (which may be precisely where it belongs or metaphorically where it came from {did you remember and in remembering, chuckle?... hey, I did say you might so if you didn't, don't feel odd or abnormal or anything}, chuckle), I think myspace ought to have a group called The Old People's Group (or something like that) where people who take themselves and stuff more seriously than the rest of the myspace population can commune...

which leads me to this sort of related idea (and gripe) about myspace friends and how myspace has such limited features for searching through, arranging, sorting, and otherwise browsing, finding, learning about, and ultimately appreciating the friends we might find here on myspace... many times I send an add request to someone I'd like to explore more (if only, by exploring, I mean reading more of their profile, blog, and web presence to see if that initial spark that inspired me to send the add and want to know more pans out into a pleasurable experience and desire to know the person behind the page) and then I'd like to find that person again, but who has time to sort through dozens of pages of friends... when the profiles seem to pop up rather randomly and, for me and others who have ancient computers, slowly...


so I think myspace should have a way to tag friends (with words or codes, ideally, but at least into a few classes like new, business, music, public, private, personal, family, and perhaps a few more) giving each a certain level of privilege, perhaps, but at the very least giving each of us the opportunity and means to better identify why I added each profile and what connection we might have and therein the capability to sort profiles better and therein the ability to browse through and explore and find specific profiles faster and easier so hopefully more meaningful connections might be made (instead of just waiting for the time to connect mostly randomly)...

and this, for the moment, concludes my essay on myspace, for what it's worth... it is time to blog elsewhere about other things, perhaps the the evening past as I am returning from a fun night out (tonight's concert was Brand New and Dashboard Confessional and call me silly or merely in love, but one of the highlights of the night was a bunch of girls coming up and raving about Meg and Dia because I was wearing a Meg and Dia T-shirt... yay for great taste in music...

ah yes, I was concluding, wasn't I?...

perhaps next time I shall explore some other vision quest I may or may not have had or make up as I go along... in any case, I am not, I repeat, not running for political office or endorsing any candidates for political office at this time and if chosen, I will not accept, nor do I seek the nomination of my party or any party, again, at this time (for, after all, what other time is there?... we'll leave that for Douglas Adams to explore when he returns to write his next sequel in his incomplete and oddly labeled trilogy)... and on this note, which appears to be a sharp or a flat, depending largely on your esteemed (or steamed, for that matter) perspective and ears, I bid you a fond farewell and remind you that only you can prevent forest gump, not that you have to or necessarily want to, but it might be good to know... and now, if only to provide you with some additional reading material worth reading (as opposed to this rambling wreckage, however endearing it may be to us on the inside), I gleefully point you towards my latest momentary literary enfatuation...


g'nite myspace and all ships at sea, or space, for that matter...