4 posts tagged “myspace”

This past weekend I impulsively booked a flight to Seattle after hearing word that my old room mates were having a housewarming party for their new place. With the Spring getting peppered with plans already, I figured this was a good time for me to escape before I got too preoccupied, and of course I miss my good friends very much. Went to a tea house and played scrabble, adventured around the Locks, took a bus downtown to meet an old friend, and spent Sunday evening listening to Gregorian chant in St. Mark's Cathedral. We made several group meals and sat around the fire listening to music and munching on cookies. Just like the old days.

The house warming party was relatively successful, a good first attempt to celebrate while learning lessons about how to craft the ideal party. This included the post-realization that it's never good when there are weird 'Randoes' aka 'Randoms' are strolling around your domicile making your party sketchy. I was approached by one of these wild Randoes, he gesturing to sit next to me in his leather bomber jack and pronounced faux hawk. What was to follow was one of the worst efforts of someone trying to hit on me I could think of. Or at least, one of the most uncreative ways:

FAUX HAWK grins at me and opens the laptop. Goes directly to MySpace and then angles the keyboard at me.

FAUX HAWK: Search for yourself on MySpace!

ME: Ugh... okay...

FAUX HAWK glances over my shoulder to see what my name was. Whiplashes around sharply at sight of my last name:

FAUX HAWK: Woooooahhhhh. You'e CHINESE?

ME: Ugh... yeah. Pointing at screen. There. That's me.

FAUX HAWK: Clicks on the Add button. Heh. Nice to meet you Tiffany. Awesome. Now we're friends on MySpace.

ME: Right.

At this point FAUX HAWK continues sporting a goofy grin and has the nerve to put his arm around me and position his digital camera for a MySpace picture. In case I didn't pick up on it, he made sure that I understood that this photo would be 'For our Myspaces'. Let it be known that at this point we still haven't talked about jack shit.

ME: Feeling trapped, time for awkward escape! Uhm, okay, well I'm gonna go downstairs.

FAUX HAWK: Oh cool! Well, talk to you later then because you seem cool.

So maybe I missed the memo that requesting to immediately add the hot pick-up that you just met to your online social scene before even making effort to really introduce yourself is the new way to go these days.  Of course, in the end I had the pleasure to opt out of any continued connection between 20 yr old 'Tai. K.' from Seattle, but in the future I'd like to wholly discourage that anyone use this method as a means of 'meeting people'. It's just no good.

*sings*
...and I pro-cras-ti-nate!

At this point, I feel as though I should carry on my academic tradition of productive procrastination before starting work on my last paper of my college career.  It's legit at this point, right? 

Woke up this afternoon to a tumultuous scattered storm.  Played God of War 2 on Titan Mode (Chico finished it on normal on the eve of my senior project presentation).  Cleaned my room.  Tonight?  The paper, and a trip to the art studio to clear it out before the professors check them @9.  Good thing its warm outside.

Also, photoshopped a pointless myspace profile pic.  I'm not hiding from him.  But if I see him, I'll definitely kick his ass for the sixth time. Ya heard, E-WEAPON?  Anyway, I've got to go try kicking Theseus' butt butt.  I hate those minotaurs.

 

I got in the car to drive home today and heard this song.  The beat was catchy, but as soon as I started to really listen, my stomach started to turn.

This mp3 is uncensored and offensive...so...be warned.  You might also feel like you need to vom, just a little.

In case you aren't interested in hearing the song out, here is a basic summary.  Grafh talks about getting the 'jumpoff' from his MySpace page.  This involves exchanging 'texts' with some woman that he later has sex with. Then he says 'boing' a couple of times, and ends the song by giving out his MySpace address.  That's it.

Maybe later I'll get back to this and talk about what I think this song is about.  But, for now, I'm speechless.