Meanwhile in Myspace

It still blows my mind that Myspace hasn’t made a comeback. Even with a complete overhaul of the user interface, a bit of a re branding, and partial ownership by Justin Timerlake, it still is a wasteland. I suspect that one big mistake made was the decision to delete everyone’s old profile data. This includes all comments, blog entries and customized profiles. That is the worst decision ever. People often would go back to check out old memories from the days of their Myspace lives. Deleting that data took away any chance at revamping it into a true competitor of Facebook.

Meanwhile in Myspace

Hi, I found your cat

Every time I see this picture I wonder how I would react if a raccoon walked through the door carrying a cat. I think I’d either faint or scream like a little girl and completely freak out. It would probably be both. I’m going to assume that this picture is Photoshopped and I don’t ever have to worry about these creatures walking into my house trying to trade me cats for food.

Hi I found your cat

Admit it

I still do all of these. Especially forgetting why I walked into a room. It usually takes me a good half an hour to remember what I was doing. Must not have been that important. I still don’t want to believe that hearts aren’t shaped like the heart symbol. I’ll just keep it that way. Oh, just a heads up, don’t draw a sun on the corner of a job application. You probably won’t get the job. If I owned a business though, I’d hire someone right way if they drew a sun on their application.

Admit it

Price Tag Location Fail

I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some ultra conservative helicopter mom who saw this in a store and threw a fit over this inappropriate game, while failing to notice that the price tag was covering the full title.

Price Tag Location Fail

I don’t always meow as loud as i can

I have never had a cat of my own, but I’ve lived with roommates who have. This has to be one of the most annoying sleep disturbances ever. Pawing at the door and meowing at the top of their little lungs. It’s like an annoying ex who shows up at your house, unannounced, in the middle of the night and won’t stop banging on your door and screaming “let me in!”.

I dont always meow as loud as i can

How is this possible

Well, I assume it has been there since the tree was planted. I’d rather keep it as a mystery though. More fun that way.

How is this possible