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It's a strange, somewhat sad feeling when you realize that you are not now nor ever will be Mister Darcy, Dean Martin, Matt Murdock, Aragorn, Harry Potter, Peter Venkman, Sebastian.

That you are now and will probably always be Mister Bingley, Jerry Lewis, Foggy Nelson, Samwise Gamgee, Ron Weasely, Ray Stanz, Sir Andrew Aguecheek.

Then again, I suppose it's better to be Peter Parker than Flash Thompson in the long run. On one hand, you get the readhead supermodel wife. On the other, you will always be an insufferable angst-bucket.

Did I have a point? Eh, whatever. Back to selling comics until I can think of more literary comparisons.

Who else is love?

pseudomonas me scripsit anno 2005

MySpace: What the Crap?

Ok, I give up. What the hell is the big deal with MySpace?

I've had this MySpace page for about six months now and I haven't figured out a damn thing to do with it, other than download a couple Emm Gryner songs and post my Hefner Monologues, both of 'em. What the hell is the point of MySpace? What can I do? How can I use it to further any one of my many schemes?

I mean, it seems to be the "go-to" place (whereas I've personally found LJ to be a far more fun, addictive, and effective way to meet people and make your mark). Can I, I dunno, post my writing up there, in lieu of an actual webpage? What the hell can I do with it? It just does nothing but sits there and accumulates the occasional friend who I didn't think even so much as remembered me anymore!

Any ideas/suggestions, fellow MySpacers?