It's not posing if you just don't care.

Last night I was bored and on MySpace (story of my life, RIGHT GUYS?!) and I took advantage of that feature where you can import all of your email contacts and see which "friends" are on MySpace. Most of the people who came up were already MySpace friends, natch, but I found it really exciting that, because I was searching with email addresses, I came up with several friends' stalker accounts - you know, where you just join MySpace but don't fill out any information so that you can look at profiles and pictures and stuff. I found a few of my parents' friends who had accounts, clearly in order to check in on their children, and I also found a recruiter from one of the staffing agencies I visited, which made me go double-check what criteria one can use to search for my profile. I think my favorite discovery, though, was that my Southern literature professor had an account. I really want her to add me as her friend!

I also got two fairly nasty comments on my blog yesterday, one of which I accepted and the other I denied. I set up the feature where I have to approve all comments after last year's fiasco when a college classmate decided to leave stupid anonymous comments after I said I didn't like U2. (I think he questioned my maturity, the irony of which still blows my mind.) Anyway, I don't think people realize that just because you leave an anonymous comment on a blog doesn't mean that you're really anonymous. For example: I approved the comment from Bright Eyes Fan at the Chicago Board Options Exchange because s/he obviously felt really strongly about calling me an idiot and pointing out that I'm too stupid to recognize Janet Weiss from Sleater-Kinney from fifty feet away. Also, there's a Bright Eyes fan at the Chicago Board Options Exchange, which I think is the best part of this story.

The other comment was anonymous, and was in response to the post where I mentioned how I wasn't particularly excited about the All Tomorrow's Parties event at Pitchfork because the lineup is Sonic Youth, GZA, and Slint. The comment said something about how I was a poseur (kudos for the correct spelling, friend!) because I don't know who Slint is anyway. Which was true, actually, until three days ago. I admit this. Also, I believe the comment ended with something about me having a vagina. Because according to that old theorem, if you don't know who Slint is, you obviously have a big old vag. Anyway, the point is that the pool of suspects if very limited, since I only know, well, ONE person in Southwestern Virginia who has a history of leaving me anonymous comments on my blog that talk about my vagina. Also, there's probably not many people in the area that listen to Slint.

And, just to get it out of the way, here's a list of bands I either hate or just flat-out don't care about, just so you guys won't be offended in the future:

Sonic Youth, Sleater-Kinney, Yo La Tengo, Mogwai, Guided By Voices, U2, The Pixies, Of Montreal, Dismemberment Plan, Q and Not U, Elvis Costello, Ben Folds, Arctic Monkeys, Mates of State, The Faint, Beck, The Walkmen, Nirvana. Oh, and Slint.

I'm sure there are more, but those are the first ones that popped into my head.