My Space

I just don't get the whole buzz about My Space. (Is it one word or two? Oh, well . . .)

Sisters Liz and Leah both have pages there. The kiddo does, and so does D-I-L and Liz's gorgeous daughter and about a jillion authors, and about half of them ask me why I don't have a page.

The other night I had some spare time and I checked out the place. There's a couple of hours I'll never get back. I'm on dial-up, remember, so first, it was SLOOOOW. Then the fonts were mostly teeny-tiny. I got noseprints on the screen trying to read without my glasses. Most of the pictures were too small to really see much, even with my glasses. It just wasn't my idea of fun. I'd rather cruise websites and blogs ANY day.

I asked someone why they had a page there, and they said it was fun keeping up with friends elsewhere, and they also ran into a lot of people they'd gone to school with and could catch up that way. Hmm . . . I try to AVOID running into people I went to school with. (You'd be amazed how many new "old friends" I got after selling my first couple books.) As far as keeping up with friends, refer back to websites and blogs.

Maybe if I had a REAL Internet connection, I would like it more. At least it wouldn't take as long to load stuff I can't see.

But as it is now, I just don't get it. Rachel8:15 AM