OK so when it comes to MySpace there’s a thin line between blove and hate.

On one side you’ve got the antis. They are the hardcore kids –the Blogger babes, the TypePad titans, the warriors of WordPress. They are insatiable. They’d just as soon as cut you with their words as kiss you full on the mouth with them. The clanging of keyboards provides a catharsis they can’t find in confessional, a fix they can’t buy on the street. For the antis, blogging is serious business.

Directly opposed are the evil omgzis. These are the lifeblood that pumps through MySpace’s veins. They are young. They are feisty. They don’t give two shits about quality posts or grammar. That’s because the evil omgzis r lyke 12♥!!!!!

Somewhere in between the antis and omgzis you’ll find Hänni.

Yeah I might get tarred and feathered for this, but I actually *like* the ‘Space. I use it for getting info about my favorite bands and for keeping up with kids I met through the haus or in high school.

Tory Spelling: She look like a man.

No I can’t begrudge MySpace just because most peeps using it are prepubescent.

I was once a teenyrocker too.

I used to dance to Milli Vanilli and I know what NKOTB stands for. And let’s not forget that obsession I had with the guy from Beverly Hills 90210. That Donna dude was HAWT!

But anyway, while MySpace is great for a lot of things, you’ll never catch me posting there. Why? Because In the world of blogging MySpace is a training bra. Though the size of my boobs would indicate otherwise, I grew out of those a long time ago.

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And what do you think, dear hannihaus readers? Tell me about MySpace. Do we say yay or suck-ay?
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AI Cocktail Countdown. You know the drill. Go vote.

Christophe Quoted:

“Hmmm. This tastes like ass. … That’s good though.”

Christophe sez, Coke Blak is Coke blech.

I would’ve been disturbed by my cubicle mate’s off color comment, except he explained it was in reference to Coke Blak. Apparently, Christophe was pleased that the beverage boasted a flavor so nasty, it would likely keep him from becoming dependant on the highly addictive ½ coke ½ coffee concoction.

And I’m glad he clarified.

The thought of stuffing your face with ass is so totally unappetizing.

… I mean, who the eff eats donkey anyway?

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And what about you dear hannihaus readers?  Have you tried Coke Blak?  What did you think?
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And another one bites the dust. Vodka Swish was voted off the AI Cocktail Countdown last night. Keep voting. The competition’s just getting retarted started.

Hi, my name is Hänni.

I am irreconcilably bitchy.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m listening to a lot of screamo lately, or if the sugar-free/wheat-free/dairy-free lifestyle is going to my head, but damn!  The littlest shit is setting me off.

Today the cornucopia of my wrath is teaming with the yams and maize of my repulsion towards online gaming.

If you’re hardxcore into Internet role playing, you probably won’t like what I have to say ….And you’re probably 36, living at home, wondering what a real booby feels like.

For the record, I hear they feel like jello.  In my case they just feel like small.

But anyway, the dudes at my work are obsessed with this war-themed computer game.  They talk about it all.day.long.  I don’t think my cubiclemates can go one mother-lovin’ afternoon without saying something about snipers or maps or killing virtual villains.

This is disturbing.

Especially when you hear a grown man shout, “You shot my privates!” from the confines of his cubicle.

…Perhaps the only thing more disturbing than this geekspeak is my coworker Buddy’s frequent shouts of “fire in the hole!” More jarring than this announcement is the blast of stench that proceeds it … but that’s a different story for a different day.

But anyway, yeah.  I can’t stand games.  And every day, as work is winding down, a gaggle of geeks starts playing them.  And it’s not like they’re discreet about it. No, they gotta have their speakers on full-effing-blast so as to flood my space with the annoying sounds of digital gun fire.

And then there’s the swearing.  Something happens when otherwise decent men flip the switch on this role playing shit.  Everything out of their mouth is “eff this, eff that, eff YOU!”

It’s excessive.  And I worry that they’re using up the world’s supply of “eff.”  I’d hate to be the one to tell the Osbournes “No more ‘eff’ for you.  These geeks in a cube farm in Florida have used it all up.”

And my co-workers just don’t understand why I won’t join the gaming nerdherd.  “It’s so much fun,” they say.

Yeah.  I bet.   I’m sure it’s just as fun as that time in junior high when my best friend told our lunch table I had chronic halitosis.  Everybody laughed at me.  And then I developed a complex.

Games are for nerds.
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AI Cocktail Countdown update: The Internet has spoken.  Carmel Coke is out.  If that was your favorite, too bad.  Keep voting.  We’ll knock one more off next Monday.