Myspace recently alerted me to a change in their privacy policies. Myspace? I haven't been there in months. And then I remembered. Not only do I have an account there in my name, I also have one "written" by the blob that lived for well over a year mysteriously stuck on the filing cabinet at work. Cleaning ladies came and went, but Blob never changed.
Blob even kept a blog.
I promise, it's worth a look. Especially when he started getting spam emails from women claiming they wanted to date him.