myspace is like a ghost town right now. i was just checking my home page when tumbleweeds rolled by, carried by dusty winds.
i'm not leaving.
i'm one of those loyal members that continue to ride for the site, even though almost every new feature over the past couple years has been stolen from facebook, and therefore annoys the hell out of me. message me, comment me, friend request me. i don't need to know your status updates [hello twitter], and i certainly don't want to be your pet [this is flattering hoooooow?].
still: me and tom have history. it's on myspace that i learned that there were a million other weird, creative souls in the world that i could relate to. and although it seems many of my tribal brethren have flown the nest to inhabit twitter, facebook and various blog sites, choosing to leave their pages unattended and unloved, i'll be there at myspace.com/anthrojourno waiting for them with open arms when they return.
and they will.