The lure of my space
Mar. 21st, 2006 04:18 amI may have to get a myspace. I know, I'm so behind the times. Everyone has a myspace. And I've held off so long. But my resistance may be coming to an end.
Prompted by a conversation had this evening, I moseyed on over to myspace after a couple of hours alone at the desk (well, alone except for the horrific, malfunctioning fire alarm, which keeps going off and giving me the same alert for an area where THERE IS NO FIRE GRRRR!!! But that's another story...never mind...), and, to satiate the curiosity, I just happened upon (read: purposely looked up) this glorious profile. I may be hooked. I can only gush so much about how wonderful Josh is with my limited information from the television. Now I have a profile of his favorite books (The Book of Lists! DSM-IV-TR!!), movies (Organized by decade! Hee! Babe!! The Adventures of Baron Munchasen!!), and fairly eclectic musical tastes, as well as a link to an article he's written. The preceding squee, of course, is based on the assumption that he actually put this profile up (I, as always, remain a skeptic). But...but...the possibility...the many ways to obsess....it's almost too much to fathom.
And I didn't know he was 27. I assumed he was younger than that. You know, 27 is totally within my 5-year range.
I'm not sure I should go further than this.
What the hell. Let's dive on in. Quotes from his article on this site (all even funnier when imagined in Josh's voice):
"As a frequent contributor to Campus Circle, one would assume I’d have no problem picking up ladies. One would be mistaken."
Pick me up Josh. No, wait. You might hurt your back.
"Each mismatched pair undergoes a series of challenges to determine who, ultimately, has created the perfect homeostasis of beauty and geek. "Beaugeek" as I liked to call it. (I was the only one.)"
Beaugeek! That's awesome.
"I can’t fathom why I’m one of the few males in Los Angeles that carries around a murse (man-purse; I thought of adding more syllables, but manuruse sounded even worse.)"
The murse! *loves so much*
"No one (Danielle especially) likes to hear the word puke or vomit – instead, find cuter ways of discussing your abdominal problems, e.g., 'Being around attractive women makes me swallow in reverse' or 'My stomach’s about to revolt.' "
I'm laughing so hard at this point that I feel like I may swallow in reverse.
"When a woman asks you stay the night in her room, she means in the actual room – not in the storage closet. However, should you find yourself amongst hangers, I recommend sleeping on Converse and/or Crocs; Manalo Blahnik stilettos are bad for the back and lower spine."
*covets Cher's Manolo Blahniks*
"While in a museum, refrain from using the pick-up line 'that Lucian Freud painting’s not the only thing in here that’s well hung.' Also, abstain from repeating the story of using this pick-up line over breakfast. The only thing worse than seeing the reaction of the woman I used it on at MOCA was Brittany’s face as I explained to her what it meant."
*rolls on floor a little bit*
"Do not read the message boards. These foul temptresses, these sirens of the internet, will entice you with their sweet song only to have you shipwreck on the crags of misspelled meanderings by a 12-year-old. Of course, I also cried at Babe: Pig in ihe City, so this may just be me. Seriously, even those posts that look like someone passed out drunk on their keyboard and hit send can induce ocular vomiting. You’ll be tempted to write back a series of expletives that the WB message board administrators will just delete anyway. (You can’t delete them all!)"
*finds it hard to breathe* Aw, an editing snob. Of course, he does write a column for a campus newspaper.
"Sometimes people will appear to be jerks. Then you’ll dig a bit deeper and realize that, no, they’re actually nice. Then you’ll dig even deeper and realize, nope, you were right the first time – they are jerks."
Gee. I wonder who he's talking about there. *smirk*
"Geeks are obsessive about Star Wars, "Adult Swim", "The Simpsons", Comic Books – and love. To all you good looking ladies out there who only date a certain type of (tall) men, I say: let them be talented, let them be tall, let them be handsome … and let them love you less."
*sighs, shamelessly smitten*
"I’d usually say "Be Yourself," unless you’re a jerk or a Republican, in which case I’d recommend you try being someone else."
That, perhaps, was my very favorite quote of all.
So there you have it. My rationalization of why I really must have a myspace. *nods emphatically*
Prompted by a conversation had this evening, I moseyed on over to myspace after a couple of hours alone at the desk (well, alone except for the horrific, malfunctioning fire alarm, which keeps going off and giving me the same alert for an area where THERE IS NO FIRE GRRRR!!! But that's another story...never mind...), and, to satiate the curiosity, I just happened upon (read: purposely looked up) this glorious profile. I may be hooked. I can only gush so much about how wonderful Josh is with my limited information from the television. Now I have a profile of his favorite books (The Book of Lists! DSM-IV-TR!!), movies (Organized by decade! Hee! Babe!! The Adventures of Baron Munchasen!!), and fairly eclectic musical tastes, as well as a link to an article he's written. The preceding squee, of course, is based on the assumption that he actually put this profile up (I, as always, remain a skeptic). But...but...the possibility...the many ways to obsess....it's almost too much to fathom.
And I didn't know he was 27. I assumed he was younger than that. You know, 27 is totally within my 5-year range.
I'm not sure I should go further than this.
What the hell. Let's dive on in. Quotes from his article on this site (all even funnier when imagined in Josh's voice):
"As a frequent contributor to Campus Circle, one would assume I’d have no problem picking up ladies. One would be mistaken."
Pick me up Josh. No, wait. You might hurt your back.
"Each mismatched pair undergoes a series of challenges to determine who, ultimately, has created the perfect homeostasis of beauty and geek. "Beaugeek" as I liked to call it. (I was the only one.)"
Beaugeek! That's awesome.
"I can’t fathom why I’m one of the few males in Los Angeles that carries around a murse (man-purse; I thought of adding more syllables, but manuruse sounded even worse.)"
The murse! *loves so much*
"No one (Danielle especially) likes to hear the word puke or vomit – instead, find cuter ways of discussing your abdominal problems, e.g., 'Being around attractive women makes me swallow in reverse' or 'My stomach’s about to revolt.' "
I'm laughing so hard at this point that I feel like I may swallow in reverse.
"When a woman asks you stay the night in her room, she means in the actual room – not in the storage closet. However, should you find yourself amongst hangers, I recommend sleeping on Converse and/or Crocs; Manalo Blahnik stilettos are bad for the back and lower spine."
*covets Cher's Manolo Blahniks*
"While in a museum, refrain from using the pick-up line 'that Lucian Freud painting’s not the only thing in here that’s well hung.' Also, abstain from repeating the story of using this pick-up line over breakfast. The only thing worse than seeing the reaction of the woman I used it on at MOCA was Brittany’s face as I explained to her what it meant."
*rolls on floor a little bit*
"Do not read the message boards. These foul temptresses, these sirens of the internet, will entice you with their sweet song only to have you shipwreck on the crags of misspelled meanderings by a 12-year-old. Of course, I also cried at Babe: Pig in ihe City, so this may just be me. Seriously, even those posts that look like someone passed out drunk on their keyboard and hit send can induce ocular vomiting. You’ll be tempted to write back a series of expletives that the WB message board administrators will just delete anyway. (You can’t delete them all!)"
*finds it hard to breathe* Aw, an editing snob. Of course, he does write a column for a campus newspaper.
"Sometimes people will appear to be jerks. Then you’ll dig a bit deeper and realize that, no, they’re actually nice. Then you’ll dig even deeper and realize, nope, you were right the first time – they are jerks."
Gee. I wonder who he's talking about there. *smirk*
"Geeks are obsessive about Star Wars, "Adult Swim", "The Simpsons", Comic Books – and love. To all you good looking ladies out there who only date a certain type of (tall) men, I say: let them be talented, let them be tall, let them be handsome … and let them love you less."
*sighs, shamelessly smitten*
"I’d usually say "Be Yourself," unless you’re a jerk or a Republican, in which case I’d recommend you try being someone else."
That, perhaps, was my very favorite quote of all.
So there you have it. My rationalization of why I really must have a myspace. *nods emphatically*
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Date: 2006-03-21 11:15 am (UTC)Is it a dating service? Or a blog?
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Date: 2006-03-21 11:35 am (UTC)I think I see it as a way to stay in touch with everyone else that doesn't have LJ. And even if they do have LJ it's easier to find them on myspace.
It's your own little site that you can personalize with music and things about yourself, and they have this search engine that you type in someone's actual name and if they're on there and used the same name to sign up with, which most people do since it's a site to help you keep in touch, they'll find them for you.
I like it when I need a break from LJ. Which is frequently as of late.
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Date: 2006-03-21 11:32 am (UTC)*dies*
i think you should get a myspace. I have a myspace. And I use it. *gasp*
peer pressure, come on, do it, add Josh, leave him witty comments, and then stalk him into the ground...I meant "talk".
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Date: 2006-03-21 12:28 pm (UTC)*a resounding and enthusiastic "yes" is heard from the myspace throng*
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Date: 2006-03-21 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 04:35 pm (UTC)there ends my myspace connection.
you totally need to join myspace!
Date: 2006-03-21 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-22 12:56 am (UTC)So many witty quotes!
*is smitten with the wit*