Today I received an email that smelled of desperation, of a request for forgiveness, of long lost love… from MySpace.
I guess I had to write a response as sort of a Dear John letter
Dear MySpace,
I know we’ve had our good times in the past, but I’ve met someone new, someone who I can really connect with. It’s Facebook. it’s not just that your wardrobe is a bit garish with blinky lights and all, it’s just that Facebook is far more refined for her age, and yeah, she’s just a bit younger.
Well, it’s also about my friends. Frankly, my friends don’t want to hang out with you any longer. It seems that nobody does, except for the musicians. Sometimes I wonder if your relationships with the music industry were just a bit too friendly, but it never seemed to hurt us, and you do help me find some good tunes.
Well, I think that’s it. I think for now it is best that you delete my information and stop emailing me. I don’t know if we can be friends again, but you know where to find me if you want to connect. I also know you had some concerns about LinkedIn, but trust me, she’s just a work friend. For Serious.
Sincerely,
Eugene
On a more serious note. We’re hiring at Cheezburger big-time! If you were an engineer at MySpace we know that you can kick ass with massive scale. We would love to have you. Cheezburger Jobs can be found HERE!
