As you can see, I haven’t posted in the past seven days. Funny how time catches up to me when I don’t act my age. Besides the two posts I wrote last Monday nite, I haven’t had time to write much of anything in the past 12 days. Busy, busy, busy. I’ll be covering the contents of my full schedule in this week’s Friday 5, but for now I just want to get back in the habit of posting. I know from past experience that the longer I put off writing, the tougher it is to get started again. And I love to write, dammit! So today I thought I’d spend a paragraph on the death of my original writing inspiration, MySpace.
As you may or may not have heard, Rupert Murdoch sold MySpace today for $35 million. That’s pretty remarkable, considering that he bought it six years ago for $580 million. The slow, painful death of social media’s first juggernaut has been fascinating as hell to watch. But I am a little sad to see it fold.
When I first set up a MySpace account back in 2005, my only friend was Tom. I never thought to even look up anyone until my buddy General Mendoza suggested I friend him. Soon I was friends with all of the Monday nite Ruiz karaoke crowd. From there, my friend total grew exponentially as everyone flocked to the emerging social media trend. And while MySpace’s clunky interface seems dated now, back then I was amazed at how easy it was to connect to so many friends. It was this connectivity that originally encouraged me to start writing for fun again. My original blog started on MySpace back in 2006, and later this year I will be celebrating five years of The Captains Quarters!
Granted, I’m not really all that sad to see it go. MySpace is now basically one large spam and advertisement delivery system, and it’s probably been at least a year since I’ve logged on to it. But I am still grateful for providing the spark that lit the fire in me.