MyWHATNow?

*WARNING* The following is a MySpace rant. Hardly original I know, but it had to be done.

I just had an experimental foray into MySpace – it turns out I know two people (and we’re talking ‘know’ in the sense that I’ve actually been down the pub with them) who have MySpace pages. Still fighting the need to sit down and write that damn blog club entry, I decided to have a look and see what all the fuss was about.

Oh. Dear. God.

I found A’s page quite easily. I couldn’t find the Divine M’s page on a cursory examination but apparently she’s in the process of starting up a new page anyway, so that’s ok. (As an aside, it’s interesting how digital property has become something to be fought over when friendships go sour – it used to be you had to divide the mutual friends. Now you end up arguing over who gets the MySpace page.)

I can only give you first impressions because, well, I didn’t hang around long enough to have second or third impressions. In fact, it took me longer to shut down the few MySpace pages I had browsed through than it did to look at them in the first place. One more reason to dislike MySpace – it locked my computer for a good five minutes!

A’s page wasn’t that badly designed as these things go. At least there were no flashing lights, it was readable, and I could more or less guess what the frell was going on. A few of the other pages I skipped through had me going “my eyes, my eyes” and lunging for the x button. One page I tried to view was totally green, both text and background. I know the appalling designs are one of the things MySpace is famous for, but really – what kind of fool creates a page that is unreadable and thinks that is a good thing?

One thing that struck me was a message that was at the top of A’s page saying “Anna is in your extended network“. Hang on a minute here – how can I have a MySpace network, extended or otherwise, if I’m not (and never intend to be) a member of MySpace? I understand that pretty much the only reason to have a MySpace page is to connect to other people (hell, that’s one of the main reasons I have Bright Meadow) and that networks are the driving force behind pretty much all social sites. But if I’m just browsing through a site, without even signing in, how can something be classed as being “in” my extended network? What defines an extended network? Perhaps that message appears on all MySpace pages you haven’t rated as “friends” (and don’t get me started on the idiotic use of that word – a friend is a person whom one knows and with whom one has a mutual bond. How can you be a “friend” of a band’s webpage? Friend requires reciprocity. You could be a fan, on the other hand…). Yes, Flickr does a similar thing with “contacts”, but you can further define that relationship into “friend” or “family”. A Flickr contact is just someone who’s pictures you like and want to see more of.

Perhaps you can define levels of ‘friend’ granularity in MySpace. I’d be interested to know more how it works if someone wants to tell me – I’m not signing up myself. Bright Meadow is blog enough for me thanks – that, and the popularity contest aspect of MySpace chills me. Listing the number of “friends” you have and the number of times your profile has been viewed just seems like a recipe for disaster. My own innate competitiveness would be bound to kick in and I’d get all depressed I wasn’t more “popular” than I was.

I’ve strayed somewhat off the point, and my question was this – what the frell is ‘an extended network’? All the pages I looked at had that little banner on them, so I would be forced to guess that my extended network at this point includes all the tens of millions of pages on MySpace. Hell, I’m one popular girl if that’s the case. Perhaps this MySpace isn’t so bad after all…

I had held off from looking at MySpace because my gut reaction was that I wouldn’t like it. I was right – I loathe it with a fiery, fiery passion. The usability sucks (I’ll take pity here and not add to the canon of work that exists already on how badly designed MySpace is from a usability standpoint) and the concept disturbs me at the most visceral level. The blatant sex-ploitation of the women (and men) on MySpace is one big bugbear for me. All the profiles saying “I’m 20, female, single/taken/dating/looking…” I suggest going and reading Leila’s thoughts on the whole MySpace subject as well. She’s a little more coherent and well written than me.

At the same time, I can see the good in MySpace. I point you in the direction of danah and her work on social networks, especially how how teens use online spaces because they don’t have access to safe public spaces. Ironically enough, she even has a MySpace, with an example of another of my pet MySpace peeves (auto-play music – even if it is a good track), but I think I’ve used up all my grump for the day so we’ll leave it at that.

I’m led to understand that you aren’t ON MySpace, you HAVE a MySpace. Regardless of syntax, I won’t be on/have a MySpace any time soon. So perhaps “fiery, fiery passion” is a bit strong – we’re talking more of a distaste and a “it’s not for me” feeling here – but, no. No MySpace for Cas. Now I’ve just got to formulate the answer for people who go “Oh, you have a blog? That’s like a MySpace right?” Unfortunately, slapping them down isn’t a good enough answer.

Lazy Monday Afternoon

So it’s a bank holiday Monday and the sun is actually shining. This is an odd enough occurrence to make me doubt that it really is a bank holiday Monday, then I do the checks …

  • Not waking up till gone 11.30 after staying up till 2am drinking wine, watching bad movies, and eating cheesecake. Check.
  • Spending excessive amounts of time in the shower because I’m home alone, there’s no one to complain, and I don’t have to be any where else. Check.
  • Dressed in disreputable clothes including a bra that is a size or two too small because I finally got around to doing those three loads of laundry yesterday. Check.
  • But actually being dressed in clothes (it is a Monday after all) and not still in pajamas like was from close of play Saturday till *looks at clock* just a few hours ago. Check.
  • Hair going all over the place because, whilst it’s clean, I resent blow-drying it when I don’t have to. Check.
  • Wrist hurting like merry hell for no reason, but probably not helped by beating the crap out of a load of biscuits (esp. gingernuts) for the afore mentioned cheesecake on Saturday, and inordinate amounts of computer use over the weekend. Check.
  • Slightly guilty conscience because of spending entire of Sunday sitting on the sofa in PJs watching the rest of Season Two of Spooks and bad movies. Check.
  • Nagging feeling that I really should be at work. Yup.
  • Slight panic when I think of the work I still have to do despite the week being one day shorter than usual. Double check.
  • More blog posts than is normal for a Monday afternoon.

So yes, I can rest easy in the knowledge that it actually is a bank holiday Monday. I’ve reached the point where I’ve done all the little jobs that needed doing (cleaned the flat, tidied up after Saturday night’s get-together, mended some clothes that have needed mending for months, etc) and can’t put off writing any longer.

Actually, yes I can…

*toddles off into the kitchen to return five minutes later with a cup of tea*

Ok, now I really have no excuse not to write my Blog Club submission.

Reunion

Why is it that the people you want to get back in contact with are never the people who have their details listed in the alumni database?

It’s always the sad people you would never want to talk to again who have their contact details listed…

Actually, strike that last sentence, seeing as how I have my details listed 😉

Sunday Roast: never question the cosmic law of french toast

I’m in the midst of the most almighty spam flood at the moment – we’re talking tens of pieces a minute. I’m shutting comments off on the posts that seem to be attracting the most attention and watching my moderation and Akismet queues like a hawk. There’s not really much else I can do. I’m trying to make sure legitimate comments don’t get caught up, but if you post and your comment doesn’t appear, let me know (use the contact form) and I’ll see what I can do. Apologies also for anything unsavoury that slips through – Bright Meadow seems to be attracting some of the obscurer genres of porn-spam.

With that bit of business out of the way, on with the fun stuff of the Roast. I shall endeavor to make it far and away superior to last weeks lackluster offering 🙂

How would you classify a ‘blog’? This is a question I’m sure most of us have had a stab at answering at one time or another when we’re trying to explain to our parents or loved ones why we obsessively sit at the computer and write stuff for the edification of strangers. My answer is normally something along the lines of “It’s this website where I write about stuff that interests me. And stories I’ve written lately. I get comments from quite a few people. No, it doesn’t make me money but I am making lots of contacts! It will make some great opportunities… It will be good in the long run!” (I’m pretty much lying through my teeth by this point, but I know what appeases the Aged P’s). Basically I try not to even mention the word ‘blog’, because that gets me 1) having to say the word ‘blog’ out loud, 2) looks of blank confusion – I’m making up words now?, and 3) occasional “oh, like a MySpace right?” None of which is good for me.

You’d think however that the great and the good could come up with a better definition. Um, no. Scoble took a stab at it and got himself torn a new one. My own glee at Scoble getting trounced aside, I’d agree with most of what Stowe has to say. The ‘blog’ phenomena has too many variables to be so narrowly defined. When I’m browsing around things I don’t go “this is a blog because it has comments, this isn’t a blog because it doesn’t have RSS…” If I think on it at all I go “this site is primarily personal opinion on X topic, this site isn’t…” The former (to me) is a blog. The later a website. I’m more likely to come back to one that has RSS, or one that has comments, but it’s still a blog without them. By my definition of there needing to be a personal opinion behind it, splogs/mechanical blogs aren’t blogs at all. But enough with this whole defining malarky! I’m bored already. I enjoy reading it/I don’t enjoy reading it. Shouldn’t that be enough?

Apparently ITV is unwatchable. Well I could have told them that! I genuinely cannot remember the last time I voluntarily switched over to ITV to watch some of it’s “original” programming. Occasionally they might have a film on I want to see (very occasionally) but that is it. Not that I watch much TV anyways, but what I do tend to watch is Channel 4 (and it’s digital compadres) and the BBC channels. And Five for House and Grey’s Anatomy. Never ITV.

What is, and isn’t, news? If I knew that I’m sure I’d be the head of the BBC or something. It did surprise me that people were complaining about too much cricket being mentioned on the news. You can bet your bottom dollar the same person wasn’t complaining about football being in the news CONSTANTLY. I don’t like football, I don’t care for news about it, but I am grown up enough to realise there are people out there who do like football, and do want news about it. So, anonymous emailing person, grow up. If you don’t like something, change the channel! Then again, you’ve already been mocked on the BBC blog, so there’s really nothing I can add 😀

For some reason the David Pogue’s blog on the NYT isn’t displaying in Safari today. If anyone else experiences this, let me know. It would be nice to know that it’s not just me. Either way, I fired up Camino to find out what the story was about and had a good giggle as I re-read it. What happens when the tech in your car decides to take a holiday

Tetris Fridge Magnets. It’s my birthday soon – anyone want to treat me?

A while back I wrote a post on why people need ‘About’ pages. (The link is in the sidebar somewhere). Turns out, it’s not just me who thinks about pages are worth the time.

I’m surprised there hasn’t been more broo-ha-ha about this. Perhaps I’m just looking in the wrong places? Either way, Stargate SG1 is finished. Sad news. Even though I don’t watch the show any more – I stopped somewhere around season four/five I think when C4 started messing with the schedule and I moved into a house where an evil house-mate refused to let his TV be ‘corrupted’. I have watched the odd episode since then, but am thoroughly confused – one minute Daniel is alive, the next dead, the next a supreme being, then alive again, then dead, then alive… ARG! Back to the point of what I was trying to say. This fine show is ended. This makes me all 🙁 At the same time, perhaps the DVDs (when all released) will become cheaper. This makes me all 🙂 Every cloud…

Calling all parents out there – ever wondered how to get undying love from your children? Wonder no more.

Tea is apparently a healthier drink than water. Woot and all kinds of joy! I’d always though excessive amounts of tea weren’t good for you – they certainly put a load on your kidneys – but it turns out I was wrong. Tea is good. Yes, the Tea Council did fund the scientist’s work, but he stresses the work is independent and unbiased…

Poor Pluto, no longer a planet. For some reason when I learnt the Solar System in school, I could always remember Pluto. It was Neptune that caused me trouble. Does this mean that kids are going to go back to school in September and have to go through their science text-books with a red marker pen and cross out all reference to Pluto? What about astrologers? No longer will they be able to say shit like “Pluto is in the house of Mercury…” because I am sure a “dwarf planet” has less astrological significance than a real planet.

My favourite people are to dig in the grounds of Buckingham Palace and other royal residences. Nooooooo! I know madness runs in the family, but really, letting Time Team loose on your property is sheer insanity! They wouldn’t know good archaeology if it leapt up and bit them in the bum. Oh god… Well, perhaps they’ll do such a crap job (quite likely) that they’ll all get accused of treason and the program will be pulled off the air. Archaeology will once more be safe.

(In case you haven’t guessed, I’m not a Time Team fan. I have a lovingly crafted rant here if you are interested).

The UN has agreed the text of the UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities. Bit of a mouthful, but potentially a very important mouthful. Hell knows how it’s going to implemented, but read more here.

You know a country is getting dangerous when the archaeologists leave.

Traditionally I like to end with a funny. I don’t have a funny-ha-ha this week, but I do have a funny-you-what-now? A prison inmate sues because he fell off his bunk bed. What kind of doofus falls of a bunk bed?! I slept on a cabin bed (a bunk bed with draws underneath instead of another bed) from the age of five to thirteen. I never once fell off. I’ve never once fallen off a standard bed for that matter. What was this inmate DOING to fall out of bed?

Mr Motivator Required

I’m sitting here, knowing I have work to do, yet somehow… Not doing any bloody work.

The problem is motivation. I’ve been in this job since the middle of June and, quite simply, have got out of it pretty much all there is to. When I have a big project or task to do, something to get my teeth into I am fine. More than fine – I shine. I know I do – the Energizer Bunny’s been more than liberal with his praises, extending what was meant to be a 2 week contract to near three months, and my last boss has seconded me for a week because apparently I’m “trust worthy and they know I will do a brilliant job”. But right now I’m home alone in the office, there’s no one to give me work, and it’s just the little piddling things left to do. I’ve already done most of the filing and tidying up I can do on Monday thanks to the Big Network Crash. That leaves, hmmm – *goes to the To Do list*

  • Email out an agenda. Not even write it, I’ve already done that. I just need to email it to a few people.
  • Buy some vouchers as a prize for someone. This I’m saving for this afternoon when my back is ready to implode and I need a long walk to stretch it out.
  • Write some copy for the Intranet and Website. Not interesting copy that I can stretch my creative muscles on either.
  • Get a quote for a flag.
  • And…
  • Reorganise the filing in the training folder. And make sure all the files have a consistent labelling system.

All thrilling stuff I think you will agree.

Not that I expect any different in an admin role. My problem is that I’m reaching the end of the assignment. I finish working for the Energizer Bunny on the 7th, then the secondment ends on the 15th, and I’m off looking for pastures new. [[As an aside, it is a great birthday present – Happy Birthday Cas, here, be unemployed!]] If I was going to be here for the end of the projects (October) then I could get invested. I wouldn’t mind the niggly bits (so much) if this was going to be my team for more than a couple more weeks.

But it’s not. I’m doing all this hard work and I’m not going to get the pay-off (other than my meagre pay-check of course). This is the life of a temp and I fully understand that. Right now though, I need another challenge. I’ve long known that I need to see projects through or I don’t give them my all. I need to be interested in something, or I just don’t do the work to the best of my ability. I coast. Ok, so my coasting is still good, but I know I could do better if I applied myself. I just can’t seem to apply myself unless I am invested.

*le sigh*

Time for me to find a full time job, isn’t it?

Oh, I missed something off the earlier list –
Oggle Mr Tall, Dark, and Great Smile.

So that’s not strictly a task I have to do, but it’s so much fun.

Ever wanted to hear a Wurzel cow?

Moose emailed me this yesterday and I was skeptical, till I heard odder than usual sounds issuing from her side of the flat, inquired, and discovered she was trying to tell the difference between coo moos.

Yes, you heard me. Cow sounds.

So of course, I had to check the story out for myself – Cows have regional accents.

Apparently the look of horror on my face when I realised I’d worked on one of these farms (I’m not saying which one, it’s just too embarrassing) was something else.

So yes, there you have it. If you look down the bottom of the article you will get the chance to listen to four different regional variations of moo (I cannot believe I just typed that sentence). I have to say, they are markedly different. And, perhaps not surprisingly, the Somerset cow sounds ‘right’ to me. The other’s just aren’t as cow-like, whilst the Essex cow just sounds… plain weird.

And it’s only because I didn’t get to my digital camera fast enough that the picture gracing this post is of a cow and not of Moose doing a cow impression. If you ever get the chance, do ask her to do her cow impression. It’s uncanny. Make sure you get her to do the eyes…

😆

Dentist

Went to the dentist today and I swear I spent longer having her tilt the chair back (any further and my legs would have been above my head) than I did with the dentist actually looking in my mouth. Not that that’s a bad thing – I’m good to go and still filling free for another twelve months, but still, £15.50 for the privilege of leaving work 30 minutes early? I’m going to have to work an extra two hours to make it up. Grumble.