Friday, May 02, 2008

• omgomgomg...wait

  Currently Reading Hacking MySpace: Mods and Customizations to make MySpace Your Space (ExtremeTech) By John Pospisil see related

  so i had completed my thousandth daily round of the odder, more intricately architectured corners of this xanga realm, and logged off again as usual.  yeah, i spend hours and hours here what with being unemployed, but i don't want it to be all continuous or anything, cause then people might think i'm as big a loser as i actually am.  but no one has to know about any of this; shhh!  and suddenly, there it was:
  
  

  @yloperil - The number's been disconnected! And everybody's phones are going dead! The lights just went out! Something wicked this way comes! Run! Run while you still can! And the evil's name is MYSP-

  
  

  *static*

  
  

  
  

  my god and/or gods, but i was frightened.  why did she stop on that hyphen?  and why have i not explained what any of this is about?  and what of the simulated static?  nothing was adding up, fast.  on a whim, i typed "MYSP" into my google watch-pda thingie.  yeah, i gots me one of dems; you don't believe me?  fine, maybe i don't.  but that doesn't matter right now, cause here's what came back:

  Acronym	Definition
  MYSP	Middle Years Scholars Program (Springfield, Missouri)
  MYSP	Mohlaletse Youth Service Programme (South Africa)
  MYSP	Multi-year Strategic Plan
  MYSP	multi-year strategy paper
  MYSP	My Space (social networking website)
  MYSP	Myriophyllum spicatum (Eurasian water milfoil)
  MYSP	Mysterious Press (publishing company)
  MYSP	Mystic Seaport (Connecticut)

  
  straightaway, i ruled out the fifth item on that list; pshhhh...no way THOSE chumps could pose any danger to we mighty here in the nation of xanga!  the third and fourth were similarly enough dispatched.  i'd heard a rumor that those ruffian "xangstas" had already dealt the smack-down upon all evil doers in connecticut and missouri; both having been listed among the top thirty most evil of all american states. 
  
  that left me with, hrmm...that's too much to figure in my head...(this is where i go back and strike through the now deleted items).  there we go!  of course, to you who dwell in and amongst time, it will seem that the strikethroughs were "always" there.  ahahahah.  simpletons!  ahem...i mean...um...that left me with the mohlaletse youth service programme (anyone who spells program with the extra "-me" at the end like that had to at least potentially be somewhat evil...look at the british), my old nemesis, myriophyllum spicatum (omfg...i want to go so many different ways on this, it's making my head spin), and the maybe aptly named (maybe not) "mysterious press"...ooooooh, spooky?
  
  wasn't sure if i could do anything much at this point...and seeing as how i'd been instructed to run while i still could (but had not yet), i decided to stay seated and deal with the two matters god had put into my disproportionately large hands (not really, but "hands" alone seemed so dry and sad).  that's right:  i was off to south africa to see just how mohlaletse the youth in south africa could be to require a whole service program to themselves!  or maybe, instead, i was off to look into the mysteries of the mysterious press.  the eurasian water milfoil and i...
  
  ...let's just say, due to...awkward circumstances in our history...i thought i'd leave that mess to someone else.  *eyebrow of questioning wonder*
  

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