The joys of Myspace

I recently decided that since I don't waste enough valuable time putzing around on the Internet, I need to find a new Web site to become addicted to. I searched Google high and low, but didn't find anything to meet my time-sucking standards. Until I was copy-editing an Associated Press article at work last week about an Internet phenomenon known as myspace.

I was reluctant at first, because it seemed kind of similar to a dating Web site – and I'm definitely not interested in meeting local man-whores or receiving perverted messages from sexual predators.

But, then I read that you can also connect with old friends or people you know from work or wherever if they're a member of it, too – the best part is, of course, that it's free to become a member.

So I excitedly created a profile for myself, and then I searched for people who went to my college and then my high school. And I found quite a few, actually. I still only have one myspace friend, though. I can't handle the fear of rejection if I ask someone to be my friend and they say no - much like in real life.

I still couldn't shake the feeling that it was a somewhat nerdy, online-dating type of thing to do. That it put me on the same level as the brother in "Napoleon Dynamite" who said something along the lines of "You're just jealous because I've been online chatting with babes all day."

But no!!! Just two days after creating a profile, the Daily Show ran a whole segment about myspace.com - a whole segment. I mean, yes, they were pretty much making fun of it, but still - if I'm a part of something that's hip enough to be parodied on the Daily Show, then that's pretty damn cool.