MySpace and Possum Rights

Someone asked if I have anything on MySpace. NO. If you want to use it that's fine with me, but this is another site that has absolutely no business in the workplace or home. Why, you ask? Check out this article at TechDirt. If you want to laden your PC with garbage be sure and put this right along side Yahoo in your favorites. Then when the local tech of your choice charges you by the hour and cuts no slack deal with it. It's very sad that these sites persist in covert invasion of privacy and then laugh at the consuming public.

Arnold, opossumus germanicus austriabodicus, has been quiet lately. His marsupialness is probably preparing to direct traffic at the Christmas parade again. He almost bought the possum farm last year. This past weekend his glowing, beady eyes were spotted prowling around the large green garbage bin in the wee hours of the morn. There was a very muted stream of possum cussing as he banged around. He probably wanted to impress one of his possum girlfriends, but I've found a way to stop it from being turned over. If he calls out his stormtrooper possum buddies guess I'll have to give him admin privileges on the dumpster. Hey, don't want to wake up one morning and find the car turned over!

"The Democrats seem to be basically nicer people, but they have demonstrated time and again that they have the management skills of celery. They're the kind of people who'd stop to help you change a flat, but would somehow manage to set your car on fire. I would be reluctant to entrust them with a Cuisinart, let alone the economy. The Republicans, on the other hand, would know how to fix your tire, but they wouldn't bother to stop because they'd want to be on time for Ugly Pants Night at the country club."
-Dave Barry