What the fuck is MySpace?
Over the years, I've noticed I've gone from an arrogant, cranky young dinkfaced geek to a crochety, slighty more wise, cranky old geek. This essay in the Guardian about the "WTF" moment an older geek has when confronted with MySpace sums up the aging process and being overtaken, and in a sense, betrayed by (your freind, mother, secret lover) the Internet quite well. :)
ful disclosure: the better half is a Myspace goddess, and I have my own (barely checked) page here.
What the fuck is MySpace?
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