Oscar Wilde, Frederic Chopin and Dorothy Parker. Chances seem slim for meeting them, I think. I'm on myspace because my bludgeoning friends have browbeaten me to a crimson stain on the wall to start an account. (I have alpha-type friends, I guess.) Now that I'm on here, I expect the public beatings to cease forthwith.I didn't think this was necessary, but it has become so: My friends page consists of my friends, or, "people I know and like." If I don't know you, don't ask me to be your friend. I don't have room in my life for any more of you fools.