|Face it, MySpace in 2008 = the internet
circa 1994. Like any pioneer could tell you, living in the wilderness
was a mixed blessing. I got to say I was "first," but it was rough
living. However, it did instill some good habits.
See, I'm getting emails from my friends that begin with lines like, "Fuck! I just lost the entire email I just tried to send you." I used to deal with shit like this, but it was back in 1994. These days you don't have to put up with MySpace fucking up. It's called "cut and paste," and it's time to learn, people.
Paranoia is about assuming the worst, so just figure MySpace is going to crash and your computer probably won't, at least for the time being. Write in a Word (or Wordpad) document instead. If you're replying, then just paste the original message into there. I've got this down to a science by now. A lot of the time, I just take all my messages and drop them on the Alphasmart, so technically it's still on there even if both MySpace *and* the computer lose it.
Better still, if you're systematic about it (yeah, right), you can permanently save copies for yourself. I have my out-going mail, and it also doubles as a journal/diary since I'm chronicling my thoughts, telling stories, etc. I'm sure some of you have seen a few things in the bulletins that were cannibalized from emails. That's another advantage.
Please stop trusting MySpace to listen to you. It's owned by Rupert.
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