So, as you may know, I hate MySpace. This is about 60% to do with it being a kind of sad popularity contest, and 40% to do with it being (in my, considerably educated, opinion) utterly broken beyond hope. So when I came to delete my account earlier this morning it was both ironic and inevitable that it wouldn’t go so smoothly. It told me I would receive a confirmation email containing a link that I needed to kill the account. Two hours later the email has still not appeared.
It reminds me of past frustrations with Microsoft Windows when it wouldn't shut down. “All I want you to do is go away, and you can’t even manage that for me.”
And I’ve not come across the word berestored before. Maybe they should get someone to proof-read their copy before putting it live on a website used by millions of people? Just a thought.
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This is another great example of a site that would be banned if I owned the interweb. Along with Brookers and a whole host of other really daft or badly designed digital pooh.
In place would be free porn and great statistical representation for everyone.
Leaving Myspace was one of the best things I ever did.
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