myspace screwjob, part II

Posted as a myspace bulletin on Jan 31 @ 2:21 PM

The myspace powers-that-be have finally stepped up after a four-day standoff, no doubt because of the mounting pressure put upon them by the scatching commentary on their company included on my new myspace profile page, and permitted me access to my previous, classic account.

So what exactly happened to prevent me from getting access to my previous account?

Well, I’m happy to report it wasn’t because I’m a failure as an internet user. It appears it was indeed a database error. When I attempted to change my password on 1/27, one letter was omitted from the new password. I might buy that this was a mistake in my entry of the new password, but what are the odds that I would omit the same letter twice (considering, like most websites, myspace makes you type in your new password once and then a second time to confirm it)? I imagine they aren’t very good.

In spite of this, the myspace powers-that-be didn’t have the chutzpah to admit to me in their e-mail response that they messed up and simply sent me the messed-up password that they had in their database for my account.

But I’m happy anyhow because this means that a, I didn’t actually get phished and b, myspace’s stature as a paradigm of bad design is further cemented. Everyone wins really.

I could start using my old page again, but since I went through the headache of creating a new page and in turn made all of you good people re-add me on this account and insert this new profile into your top friends (you did that, right? because I love you all and want the world to know that you love me too), I’m going to say “to Hades with it” and keep using this one. I’ll log into the old one periodically, however, so I don’t suggest using the old account to send me any angry diatribes against my character when I slight you or any heartfelt confessions of your true, undying love for me when you realize I’m the the best thing that has and ever will happen to you that you’d never send if you knew I’d actually read them.

Much love and such,
Chris