A note on MySpace and web page design

Simple tip – “less is more”.

I guess I have to explain that further. Just because MySpace defaults to a full-screen pagesize (******* stupid in its own right) does not mean you have to start shoving down every ******* meme you’ve ever done, high-res scans of your top 3000 DVDs, links to every bastard cunting video you’ve ever watched on YouTube and photos of your 2 “real” friends and 197 useless wanktards you’ve met on MySpace.

Incidentally, this goes for bands and companies who’ve opted to use MySpace as a cheap ******’s way of having a web page. It looks like **** – you look like ****. Pay someone real money to do a proper page instead of feeding that little troll in the shipping department free beer to whack a load of shite up on MySpace and think this is acceptable.

****’s sake. Wankers.

Bye Bye ANS

I’m sat in the lounge of the Base Backpackers in Sydney and someone’s got the TV locked on the E! channel. And it’s showing a huge overlong over-emotional special on the funeral of some blonde bimbo with huge tits who died of a drug overdose.

Basically it seems like an excuse for a load of people to go on about how well they knew her and how much they miss her and how it’s all so unfair and… and… and…

Bollocks. Full marks to her for seeing an easy way to a quick buck (marry a guy who’s about to die) but let’s face it – she was just some blonde chick with artificial knockers. How come famous scientists don’t get this kind of treatment when the cark it? You know, people who’ve actually achieved something, or done something which makes a difference to the whole world? Instead, everyone seems more interested in what colour velvet drapes were used in the funeral or whether ANS’s casket was open or closed.

Well, I suppose she’s just continuing what she was doing when she was still alove – being famous for being famous.