I am officially just a statistic…

Going against my word and wisdom…I have broken down and gone to the dark side…I have joined myspace.  Chalk it up to a yearning to be one of the seventy million users (safety in numbers and all that jazz), peer pressure from the digitally inclined crowd or a way to connect to my friends from back home; whatever the rationalization and minimization…I have turned into Darth Dul (might just be following the lead of the South Park guys).  So, I'm feeling a bit melancholy about it all…so, I'd like to take a moment, bow my head and mourn the passing of the me that existed pre myspace…moment over.  My initial observations are that it's not as bad as I believed it to be.  Yes, scorned lovers post pics of their exes online and yes people bicker about all sorts of nonsense…and yes random girls send you their profiles under the subject: am I HOT! or r u hot…don't think I'll get used to the creative spelling employed by the myspacers.  Myspace is, in effect, the cheaper, less scarring way for individuals to tattoo themselves and espouse their individuality…you don't need a laser to burn off the pics and ambiguous statements posted on your particular site.  Anyhoo, must run…work, it beckons…