Man, it seems like I spend a lot of time clicking the "Mark as Spam" button on new friend requests.  Most any more get an automatic click from me.  At one time I actually wasted a second or two going to the profile of Becky, or Anika, or Bertha, or Zelda, or Whattheheck.  (Ya never know.  Some women in their twenties HAVE actually READ A BOOK.)

When the first line of the profile says "MySpace won't let me post my..."  I immediately know that the real poster is likely a twenty-something (or forty-something) out-of-work male --- sitting home watching infomercials on late night, eating popcorn, picking his nose and wiping simul-butter and boogers on his garage sale sofa (or his parents' expensive faux suede one.)

So this guy sees an informercial on how he can make a gazillion dollars on the internet and charges the $39.95 (on his parents credit card) --- he gets instructions on:

a) how to drop ship crescent wrenches anywhere in the country without ever touching one.

b) how to sell "collectibles" (ten bucks a gross from Nanking, China) on eBay..

c) building tacky profiles on MySpace (and other places) full of sleaze-o-links.

Seeya Dude...

If you decide to read something, (Burger King menus and video game quick-start cards don't count) pay me a visit.  Otherwise... stay away.

Ron