I get a lot of friend requests on MySpace. Most of these I welcome with open arms (this means you: my page is here). But there are some that I could do without. At first, I’d smile quietly to myself in that “that’s nice, dear” way when the unsigned bands whose music has absolutely nothing to do with anything listed on my page came a-calling. Hundreds of requests later, well, not so much. And then there are the “make money now!” people — whom, I suppose, will never leave well enough alone.

My point, and I do have one, is that it’s all fine and good to promote yourself and reach out and touch someone (it’ll be my turn one of these days), but for the love of Goodness and Gracious, please try to be discriminating about it. Like, for example, the Booze and Yarn people. I like booze (you know, in moderate amounts). I like yarn (you know, in insane amounts). I live in New York City. I can appreciate a little indie/urban/retro aesthetic. It’s a match made in heaven.

If you’re a real person, none of this applies. If you’re a real person, I’ll pretty much friend you back (this means you), provided that you and/or your page isn’t totally lacking in taste. But if you’re out there “friend of friend of friend” bombing people, um, up your nose with a rubber hose. So there.

Man, I’ve wanted to say that for a long time.

How ’bout that Booze and Yarn, eh? Bet they’re wicked cool girls (and guys — I saw at least one dude in the Myspace pictures). I want to make these.