.Borrowed Thoughts.

Myspace is an ugly buggy site yet it is popular because everyone is on it. Why join a social network if you can’t communicate with your friends or stalk friends of friends? How dull.

Well– For those of you who are sick of Myspace and are looking for something new -I give you these alternatives:

1. Trig
   
2. Virb
3. Social Butter (for the homos)
4. Consumating

I’m on them all–so find me, and enjoy.

Forgive me–I’ve been terrible at updating my blog as of late. So for you 3 people that check this on a semi-regular basis, I apologize.

Anyway– because of my job–I sign up on almost every social network ever created. I have an account on naseeb for Allah’s sake (which, by  way; has extremely attractive women on there!).

I finally started playing around on Consumating the other day, and I have to admit I have a slight addiction now to it.  The site really encourages you to participate and it provides just enough uniqueness to be entertaining. It sort of reminds me of Faqqly but better and less Christian heavy (not that there is anything wrong with that; I just feel like such a sinner on that site). I’ve already had some interesting conversations with people and took part in a debate over who should be killed : Fergie or Gwen (I picked Fergie of course). So if you are a nerd, like I am–and looking for something–ANYTHING different than myspace–I’d check it out.

I also got an invite to Wallop (Microsoft’s “cool” all flash social network) recently (Thanks Bjorn)– but I’m not that into it. Go figure.

On your social network that is…

If you are desperate and not that bright you could always buy friends and comments from FakeYourSpace.

The idea is stupid.

First of all– all the pictures are professional/semi-professional shots that you’d have to be a moron to not catch on that geeky Bobby’s new hot model girlfriend Bambi is a fake.

What’s worse than having no hot friends on myspace that flirt with you? Having fake ones, and then getting caught by your peers for paying for the flattery.

Maybe the fakeyourspace people will open the service up allowing regular attractive users to become one of the “models”, making it a little more believeable, but no less lame.

For further reading check out the post on Mashable.

I remember I was eating dinner with friends one night and I mentioned to a few that it may be a bad idea to keep my myspace profile private in the event that I died. How would people know!? No-I won’t listen to reason (“There are such things as talking and telephone, Daniela”, “You aren’t going to die young, Dramatic”). I panicked. Yes, I sent my mother an email not too long ago with pictures of all my friends and names so she knows who to look for in my cell phone contacts–but still. Too many variables to think about here.

But all is well–I found the solution. I will give my password to a trusted responsible friend. That reminds me–I should speak to Jessica about this soon. Get this taken care of ASAP. I can go at anytime, you know?

I’d like to have a page filled with “I miss you’s” and “We love you’s!” so that I can read from my pristine white heavenly laptop. I could lean back on my cloud chair, arms behind my head and smile a satisfied smile knowing, well…that people get extra sentimental when someone is gone and feel all this emotion they probably would have never felt otherwise–but hey, I’m dead–I’ll take it.

That brings me to the point. Social networks enable us as curious creatures to stalk our fellow man. I meet somebody–go home, type into google, type into myspace their name and find myself stalking them online. That leads to looking at friends, and friends of friends. 8 hours later my ass hurts, my back is sore–and I now know all this useless information I probably would have been better not knowing about somebody I most likely will never even meet.

Now you can browse the profiles of people who have died. See here: Deathspace or here: MyDeathspace.

Spend time looking at their pictures, and then read sad comments left by friends. Maybe you’ll invent stories in you head about what kind of person this poor unfortunate soul was and if all these comments are genuine or just the result of feeling some kind of twisted obligation for being on a dead person’s friend list.

I found these sites–not because I am so obsessed with this topic that I went searching for them; but because I stumbled upon them after researching the death of these 4 people in Virginia. A friend IMed me at work with the link to the murderer, and well, the rest is history.

It’s sad but if you wanted to, you can now stalk the dead.