hey, libkitty, if MySpace add other such pages are causing agita for people at library - have them read the chapter in Allyson's book about MySpace. It gives a fairly clear picture of what it is to people that haven't explored it.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Am home from FanFest. SO TIRED. Fun.
Vida Blue, at the end of his night winked at me and said Thank You.
Am happy.
I can't access MySpace at work at all, beth, since it's blocked for all State agencies. Looking forward to reading the chapter though. I finally have started on MySpace myself, but so far am pretty much continuing on it because my niecphews (to borrow a term from Sparky) are there. It seems clunky to me, compared to LJ. I have a sneaking suspicion that is caused by my crappy dialup and ancient operating system. I am such a Luddite at home. It's kind of embarrassing.
I made a MySpace page for Drollerie Press. I thought it would mostly be to get the word out, but I've made some interesting connections on there.
hours later... around here the kids come into the library and get onto MySpace. We banned it in the children's room at my last library - because the site says 14 and up and our children's room favored 13 and under. from our perspective there ws too much in there that bordered on amature porn for th ekids rom. and then there were two girls from my old library ( the town actually) that disapeared and MySpace was invovled - so there was a lot of talk. I am not crazy about myspace - way too much chaff not enough wheat
What are people doing this weekend?
I think we're mainly doing errands, restocking the fridge, and unpacking. Although, we may try to see a movie tomorrow night.
Morning from Maine! We're having drama.
Man, my mother managed to drive me to escapism in exactly four hours since I walked into the house. That has to be a record of some kind. Only that woman can simultaneously make me happy to be home *and* wish I was back on another continent on the same time.
In other news, Baby Dylan is so cute. Just this glorious little mass of waving arms and legs and scrunchy face! So cute! And Jessica, unsurprisingly, is so gorgeous with motherhood. And their apartment is beautiful.
Sorry about the family drama, vw and SA. We were just hitting the point where I couldn't stand to be under the same roof as my family anymore, as we were getting ready to leave.
Argh. I really HATE the new kind of voicemail system with speech recognition. Just called the postal service to get a package redelivered, and I had to spell out my last name four times before the computer could understand me. And even then, I think they might have gotten the Z as a V (I can't hear that difference too well, especially over the phone.) Then the word "parcel" took three tries. Whatever happened to just pushing buttons? Or, even, talking to an actual person who can understand "Z as in Zebra"? (Well, most of the time. There seem to be several people out there under the impression that "Pebra" is a word.)