When people ask me why I don’t like Myspace I can now point them to this video. Myspace is nothing but tons of spam mail and hoops to jump through just to leave someone a comment. And not to mention the pages are stuffed to the edges with ads galore. And the “people who aren’t real” asking to be my friend 80 times a day. Wait that’s what this video is for, to help you see the light. :)
This is a very funny outlook on social media. The Second Life avatar flying cracks me up, it reminds me of The Office episode where Dwight Schrute has a Second Life account and flies.
“If you had the hug me application you could start hugging people!” That’s probably my favourite part. Initially I wasn’t going to post this because I thought Tom said a bad word (And I like to keep this site PG because I know children read it). But he doesn’t, he says pictures. And skank is a funny word, it’s like skunk but with an A instead of a U (See, my blog is also educational). Thanks SuperNews for the great little animation.
I was lucky enough to grow up with a Dad who loves muscle cars. And in turn over the years have had it fully rub off on me. There is nothing better than being behind the wheel of an amazing american muscle car. My father and uncles are major enthusiasts so I have had the privilege of growing up around them. My very first car was a 1987 Pontiac Firebird. It was a huge blessing; and a wonderful car to get into trouble with. V6 fuel injected, t-tops… and fast. As Mom and Dad read this post they will shake their head, but will of course realize that it’s just the gene pool, and not my fault. I couldn’t wait until church on wednesday and sunday nights so that afterwords I could terrorize the south parking lot with my 360 spins and power slides. I was often saved by grace when I tried to see how fast I could get her to go, as Mike Bass held onto the dash for dear life and turned three shades whiter than clear. And yes, I was that dork that installed a car alarm that talked… I was also at the time searching for a Knight Rider style tracer light to put on the front. But unfortunately all I was armed with was the Yellow Pages; as Al Gore hadn’t yet finished his invention of the internet (Sorry for ripping on you if you googled yourself and are reading this Al). Years later I owned a 1994 Mustang that did an incredible job of falling apart on cue (I do not endorse Fords, bleh).
