Last night, for the entire night, my dreams had a MySpace theme, in that each dream segment segued from a MySpace page into the dream, then into another MySpace page, and so on. Kill me now. So, I would arrive at the page of some friends, and then dreamagically enter into a sequence featuring said friends…sometimes I think I spend too much time on compooters…
The weird thing is, yeah, despite my being a ’social software geek’ by trade and having 39 billion MySpace friends, I don’t really use it much at all. Granted, I spent about half an hour the other evening reading Mike Davidson’s excellent "Hacking A More Tasteful MySpace" (great if you want to de-uglify your page, or, say, add a few billion friends via the magic of CSS…), but - that was just so that I could help some DJ friends to customise their pages. Yeah, I’ve got LOADS of DJ friends, haven’t you? What I really want is my own personal DJ…but I digress!
And so but anyway, it actually isn’t at all weird that I hardly use MySpace because - and this being World Usability Day I think it bears repeating for the zillionth time - in terms of usability MySpace is an UTTER CROCK OF SHIT. There, I said it. It just pains me to try to do anything on there, really. I mean, really. AND the markup is a hideous, old-school rat’s nest of nested tables, inline styling and other horrors. And apparently every single person on MySpace is in my extended network. Dudes, in that case, the entire world is in my extended network, surely? And yet somehow, despite being really quite a poor and irritating website, and one which I rarely use, it manages to infiltrate my dreams? For a whole night? What’s with that?
Don’t get me started on all that "thanks for the add" bollocks…
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