Sense of Adventure

This morning I got an email from a friend who said she couldn’t find my MySpace page. I tried to log on; so success. When I tried the “forgot my password” option, I was told no account existed with my email address.

Indeed.

And the page is gone, with a message saying it’s been deleted.

I sure didn’t delete it. And if I did something that violated their Terms of Use - I received no notice of such - I’d sure like to know what it was, inasmuch as the page was pretty damned innocuous.

I’m not sure I’ll ever find out. In line with modern corporate practice (remember, kiddies: “corporations” are government franchises!) they make it exceedingly difficult to get in touch with them. I especially liked the page for “contacting” them. On the Topic pulldown I selected My Account. The Subtopic pulldown offered no choices. Then the page wouldn’t let me continue because I hadn’t selected a subtopic. Brilliant!

I’m not thrilled about this. I hadn’t posted on my MySpace blog for a while - I’m still sorting out what ought go where, when it comes to my online maunderings. But I had invested a certain amount of time and energy in the site, which has now been wasted for some unknowable reason (I never found a way to back up the page.) That’s not okay.

Ah, well. We’ll see if I ever hear back on the email I managed (how, I’m not entirely sure) to send to their “customer service” department. I’m peeved and even slightly paranoid about this; and unsure if I’ll pour any more of my line down that particular rathole.

What else should I expect from an operation owned by an Australian War Socialist, anyway?

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