The Operative Network at Friendster

… with your shiny new colors and your “Such And Such Updated His Underwear” and all that. I see you trying to get me (and everybody else) back from MySpace.

But your interface is still too kludgy. It took four clicks for me to even post this message, and I was already logged in. In the words of Cedric the Entertainer, “c’mon dawg …”

Moreover, MySpace has more movies, more legit celeb pages, more everything because Fox is bankrolling them now. You’re just an once-in-a-while digital booty call now, Friendster (even though you’re still hotter than Tribe … and some of my friends have a strange adherence to you, like a Brokeback “I wish I knew how to quite you” thing …).

No, for the time being I’m over at MySpace … and only partially because I never ended up making out with anybody I met here. Well, yet. I’m just saying …

I can’t start another blog. I mean, it’s just not right.

I have been blogging since … well, since before people called it “blogging” over at The Operative Network. I’ve recently been so fixated on MySpace (for largely prurient reasons) that my blog over there had 1000+ views last week. I’ve got an orphaned page over at Xanga somewhere … I just can’t do it. Create another bastard blog child. It’s just inappropriate.

So if I suddenly start blogging here, it means that MySpace has gone wholly bugfuck apeshit, and won’t work anymore. That’s just about all that could bring me back here on that kind of basis …

Off to drink, er, finish my CBR column now … >8^p