It’s finally official; I have deleted my MySpace account. Honestly it was one of the places on the web that I ignored more than this website. I never logged in, never played any of the MySpace games or any of that happy shit. The whole point of that account from the get go was to link up with other 3rd Bass fans and promote my other website; well that was fine and dandy while it lasted, but it got old. As far as I’m concerned, once you get a tie in with music, all everyone wants to do is make you their friend and try and promote their shitty band on your page. Another thing about MySpace was really, what was the point? I can blog whenever I want to, I can post images, I can tell people my likes and dislikes… well isn’t that why I pay money for disgruntledhuman.com for? I started this shit years ago, I’ve been blogging since 2002 and I let some Johnny Come Lately bullshit social networking site lure me into their false dreams and broken promises? Hell no, that’s why I deleted my account. Speaking of bullshit social networking sites, I am keeping my Facebook at the moment. I am however, not taking and of the crazy bullshit that comes with it. I play a few games, mostly Farkle and a few other things that take about 4 minutes tops of my time, but I don’t want to be your farm neighbor, I don’t want to join your mafia, and I don’t want to fill out any fucking surveys… I’m old enough to remember the survey bullshit back when they passed around in emails. Now all you get in emails are offers to make my penis larger and my Nigerian friends asking me to help them transfer large amounts of cash.
Wow, it’s almost Easter. That means uncomfortable small talk around the table while eating ham and trying to pretend you get along with all your relatives. That’s what the colored eggs are for, distraction. I don’t do the colored egg thing anymore, way too old for that. Speaking of eggs though, I wonder one thing. Why is it when I want to have fried eggs with toast I can’t save a yolk for my life? Now on the other hand, if I am making scrambled eggs, I can crack the egg 20” above the pan and drop it in and the yolk is just fine. What the hell is up with that? Damn you Murphy and all your laws.
Holy hell, I’m on a roll here, I’m a blogging maniac lately. Tune in next time and I’ll talk about why I hate texting and if you call my cell phone you won’t get me anymore…
He’s Backkkkkkkkkk. You are on a roll no doubt. Here is some crap for you as your chilling at home tonite I am off to work at my shitty retai job switching Easter over to summer!