Open letter to MySpace: Let me f***ng go!

I know that MySpace has lost the game to Facebook (at least if we measure daily users and user activity), but it still works prett well e.g. as a promotion channel for bands and artists.

However - I've been trying to delete my profile from MySpace for a week now, but I can't seem to manage to do that. I've clicked the proper buttons and tried to send my profile to the digital graveyard but no.

So Myspace guys: send me the f***ng confirmation mail so I can really delete my profile. It's nothing personal, it's just friggin frustrating and reeaally bad customer service.

MySpace goes Outer Space

Hey peeps. I just wanted to let you know i did a new layout for Kriton's MySpace. Or actually i did the background for Curtis Vodka a while ago, but since he didn't use it i thought we could. Cos it's pretty nice like that. Go check it out.

"Yea, that's right! One foot, motherfucker!"

Ok, here we go. I got it right here, behind a link to MySpace. A almost too perfect combination of all the stuff our blog has been made of lately, hip hop blends and fixed gear bikes.

It's really really really mind boggling. Or just plain ridiculous.

Check out MC Rush Hour: Ridin' Fixy, it's on his player right now.

And be ready to sing, you know the tune. All together now:

"They see my chainring / They hatin' / No-handed trackstanding

Trying to catch me ridin' fixy / Trying to catch me ridin' fixy 

Won't see me coastin' / or brakin'

Trying to catch me ridin' fixy / Trying to catch me ridin' fixy "

I'm sure his gold anodized Sugino 75 track chainring is really bling but a 'Fixy' ?!

EDIT. 

Now here's the lyric in full for yo'all:

"They see my chainring
They hating
Trackstandin':
they know that I be ridin' fixy
Try to catch me ridin' fixy ...

Won't see me coastin'
or brakin'
you trippin' if you think I'll quit ridin' fixy
Try to catch me ridin' fixy ...

Y'all fools gonna make me do it
Trackstand at the light in front of your Buick
Mothafuckas wanna run me off the road
I'll grab my lock, take a swing and make your window explode
You might see me out ridin' with my club
We roll about 20 then we hit the pub
Chillin' out drinkin' beers til we can't see straight
Hit the streets with a lean why you suckas gotta hate
'Cuz you know we crazy like lunatics
We got no brakes but we still do skids
Got them bitches in lycra throwin' fits
Doing tricks in the park like a bunch of kids
Circle backwards: you can't hang with this
No-handed skid, now you gettin' pissed
Gotta fat chrome bag hangin' on my back
with some spare intertubes and a cold six pack
Alleycat race, now I'm ridin' fast
You freewheel hoes gonna finish last
Comin' up on your left, now I'm gonna pass
Won't see me coastin' or draggin' ass
Brooks on my jock be fittin' tight
40 oz in my left, bullhorns in my right
Cuttin' through traffic, got the haters cussin'
Rollin' past the fuckin' po-po like it's nothin'.

Chorus

We been critical massin'
Blockin' the street so your car ain't passin'
Now I'm shitfaced off the 2-for-1s
Drinkin' double long islands means double the fun
Now we back on the street and we bringin' the game
Titanium wheels on my steel frame
48 up front, 15 in the back
Gotta tackle this hill
Won't be cuttin' no slack
Now I'm comin' back down,
leg over the bars.
Skiddin' long, one hand flippin' off the cars
Skid patch smokin' like a big ol' blunt
Gotta shift my weight to get more up front
Pop my foot back into the clip
and I gotta put my hand back down on the grip
Nitto bars be shinin' like a gem
Chrome seatpost with matchin' stem
*with no regard for your cars we dodge em like fuck 'em all*
Don't push us too far...
step out your car, and we'll have a brawl
We gotta right to ride
So step aside
Unless you want my SPDs applied
To your doors, your fenders and then your grille
Fuck with my fixy and you'll get killed..."

Don't localize, plz

One of those little things that don't work is when online services get localized. This time it's MySpace. I mean, a cool service, still needed in the music community but now this. So when you're from Finland, you get the whole user interface in finnish. Which is cool, if all the content on the page is in the same language, but when it's not, it doesn't work. Sorry.

And think about the swedish talking minority here - it's a bilingual country, so all those swedish talking guys behind a finnish IP-address are now confused and reaching for their dictionaries. What does "ystävää" mean? Vad är det här, jag förstår inte, Staffan!!! Hjälp!

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