Many of you know that I have never jumped on the MySpace wagon because I’m afraid I’ll slip and break my back on the pile of shit that is My Space. It’s not just that I was first exposed to it (well first by Kables, but more impactfully) by my 14 year old female cousin who was flirting with “boys” and talking to strangers obsessively. Knowing what little I know of her and the bit I’ve observed she will undoubtedly be the girl on the Spokane news one day that gets kidnapped by some 40 year old man who wants to make her his wife and cover her naked body with googly-eyed stickers. You know that guy, right? Well he’s on MySpace. I’m sure of it.

But no. That’s not the only reason I hate that place. It’s because of the design. People have far too much freedom to make it virtually unreadable. I think it’s really cute and sweet that they want to let inept novice internet users have the option to personalize their page (and believe me, a good portion of the people on MySpace don’t have any previous computer experience) but I kind of wish that they put some limits on things like backgrounds or music.

Needless to say, when Kables directed us to Zefrank today, I found myself wanting to nibble his ear and fondle his…well anyway, I love that guy. For now. And this installment is one of the reasons.