Friday, April 13, 2007

'Ray' Select music from the Motion Picture

I’ve always been interested in bonsai trees. I have always wanted one because I think it would be fun to take care of something that doesn’t need to be taken outside in order to keep its excrement off the floor. I also think that the “quiet” time spent taking care of the tree would be beneficial to my mental health that went sour a long, long time ago.

But instead of going with my idea of getting and caring for a bonsai tree, I went with the electronic variety… My Netflix garden and most recently my MySpace page.

My Netflix garden doesn’t require that much sprucing up. Every week the new releases are listed and I place them at the top of my queue by alphabetical order. BFD, right?

It sort of takes care of itself. Nice and neat without much care. I drop by my Netflix everyday and sometimes it’s like walking into a room and I’ve forgotten why I’m there. And the logjams that occur with my sometimes busy schedule keep me from fully appreciating my Netflix addiction.

As for my MySpace, it has been much more fun than I ever expected.

I originally signed up so I could read someone’s blog because they only felt it fair since they were reading this one. Well, he stopped writing and I stopped visiting MySpace.

One day at work, I filled in for Nicole our receptionist. Unlike her, I don’t have too many responsibilities while up front. Therefore, I can sit at her desk fielding phone calls while trolling around on the Internet just as God intended.

We shouldn’t question his or her will.

After tending to my various emails, writing up a blog entry, and checking out The West Virginia Surf Report… I decided to play around with own personal MySpace page. And it turned out to be great fun!

What I didn’t expect was the backlash from friends and family as to how they were listed in my friends section. I didn’t care where I was on other folk’s pages, but I had no idea how much they cared.

Like a shotgun to Kurt Cobain… It blew my mind.

I thought using the time-tested and science-approved method of alphabetical order could smooth those rustled feathers, but it didn’t do much good. For some reason, most think or list their friends as to how they much they like or love them. Since I don’t have anyone to throw my ugly pile of love and affection on… The alphabetical way will keeping working for me.

And here’s the deal… Every Sunday… The next person on the alphabetical list will take the much coveted number one spot. The list will be rotated and everyone will be able to have my repulsive heap of love and adoration thrown on them for one solid week.

This week Abe Reid and the Spikedrivers are numero uno!

Feel free to drop by my MySpace page for your shot at acquiring my electronic venereal disease. I’m such a slut and I will give you everything for a full week. EVERYTHING! Me so horny. Me love you long time or at least a week and all that jazz.

And you don’t even have to return the love… Just use me for the whore that I am.


  1. Anonymous1:36 PM

    I think there was a Seinfeld episode questioning the order people were listed on speed dial. I don't have a myspace. My son does and he says order is important.

  2. Oh I remember that episode, but I never thought of it until you brought it up.

    Personally I don't feel that order is important. If you had a MySpace page I wouldn't care where I was on your friend's list. Am I crazy not to care?