So, the other day I wrote about getting my first MySpace friend, whom I decided to approve even though they were obviously a spammer. Today I went to my MySpace dashboard and noticed “she” was gone.

I originally wondered if spam-ella had put in the request hoping I would give a shout out to her web page the way I had to my first Twitter follower. (It’s possible spam-ella had somehow seen that, either through some blog watching service or Twitter itself.) When she (assuming it really was a she, a dubious assumption) disappeared, I wondered if she got miffed at me not only not giving her a shout out and a link, but calling her out as a probable spammer.

I didn’t have the address of spam-ella’s profile page to go look at. After a brief tiptoe through the browser history, though, I found it. Lo and behold, the MySpace equivalent of the blue screen of death — the user account has been deleted.

Looks like spam-ella’s spamming ways caught up to her. Which leaves me back with only old “default-Tom” as a “friend.” Sheesh. Next thing you know I’ll be paying for it. “Hey, baby, wanna make $5? Got MySpace? Wanna be my friend?”

Posted: April 15th, 2008 under Life Journals, Websites.
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If you follow me on Twitter (yeah, right), then you know I’ve been sick the past couple days. I hate being sick. Not that many people enjoy sickness, but I hate it with a passion.

I take illness as a personal affront. I’ve spent so much of my life sick, particularly in my first 16 or 17 years, that I almost feel I should now be exempt, as if we’re each given a certain allotment of sick days, and I met my quota a couple of decades back. Any illness that comes near me now should be in violation of some cosmic law and subject to immediate extinction. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.

These days, I probably don’t fall ill more often than the average person, maybe once or twice a year, but it still riles me. It brings up all those wasted years, all that I lost, all that I missed out on. It reminds me that I am still subject to all the faults inherent in this flesh, all that is “common to man,” and that even worse could still await me.

So, while I erroneously think past suffering should somehow exempt me from future suffering, I know that the only permanent escape from sickness is death, if death isn’t the ultimate permanent sickness, that is.

Posted: April 7th, 2008 under Life Journals.
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I just got an email from the website RockHouseMethod.com informing me…

A Rock House Instructor/Artist is Coming To Your Town

It then gives the details…

Date Venue City State Distance Date Tour/Venue City State/Province Country Distance
Sun 5/18/2008 Bernie Worrell w/ EMT @ Joshua Tree Music Festival Joshua Tree CA United States 117 miles

117 miles away from me. I had no idea this town was so big. :-/

Posted: March 30th, 2008 under Life Journals, The Funny Side of Life.
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I’m twitterpated. No, not in the sense used in Disney’s Bambi. I’ve joined the Twitter website.

http://twitter.com/GeneNash

What’s Twitter? Um, it’s kinda like a mini-blog limited to 140 characters, in which you say what you’re doing right this minute!!! Yeah, I don’t see the point of it either, but it’s popular and I’m a good little sheep.

Baaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!

Speaking of being a good little sheep, I also just joined MySpace. (And if you don’t know what MySpace is, for goodness sake pick up a newspaper or magazine once in a while!)

http://myspace.com/genenash

Posted: March 29th, 2008 under Life Journals.
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