Nostalgia does strange things to a person with too much time and access to the Internet.  I decided to go a-searching, just to see what those who I didn't really care about, or commune with back in the days of yore were up to. 

After cruising around a little I landed on MySpace and though well what the beans, I will do a search.
(I have gone to great length to avoid MySpace through the ages.  Generally I try to reject all things commercial in my desperate attempt to be a chi-chi little hipster..    You know the type hanging out in art galleries quietly contemplating life while maintaining a demeanour of cheerful melancholy.  Drinking fair trade coffee for the exclusive purpose of achieving some sad little moral glow.  Well enough about me...)

MySpace, oh yes MySpace.  So I did a school search and was immediately bombard with horribly pretentious indy rock, and bright flashy backgrounds well suited to give most people a seizure.  Since this apparently didn't annoy me enough I decided to keep smurfing through a profile or two.   I am still undecided if I found what I was looking for.  I mean sure my sense urge to be nostalgic was crushed amid a sea of cheesy pictures, horrid slogans and dreaded e-slang. All the while trying to promote how incredibly cool they were for tossing together a MySpace page.

Wow, I thought to myself, wow.  The Internet has been associated with many evils.  I actually only leaned a couple years ago that there was actually useful content here other than porn. But myspace has got to hold the trump card for possibly the most evil website out there.  It was the most mind numbing experience I have had in a very long time.    Little more than a compilation of bad photos, vacuous banter neatly packaged in invasive colour schemes.

Next time I feel the urge I will stick a fork in my eye, as it would surely be a more satisfying expedience.