No.  No Facebook.  No MySpace. No I won’t fill up my page with embarrassing photos, personal information or my private life.  I am not an idiot and I won’t let everybody have access to information about myself that I wouldn’t tell the government, even under treat of jail.  Hell, no I’m not stupid enough to think that photos of me half-naked, drunk and french-kissing a statue of an important person with large moustaches in my local park, while someone I don’t know feels my tits, will get me a job in the record business.  Oh I know everything on social networking sites is public information and can be printed in any magazine or paper or website for free (and will be when I’m famous).  I also know that telling people I like buggering bunnies or goose stepping in my basement or that I cheated on my entrance exams or that I felt my bosses arse are all things that will come back to haunt me when my next employer Google’s my name, even if I am joking in a hilariously funny way.  I know they won’t see the joke, appreciate the satire or my Photoshop skills.  I know they’ll follow all the links to my friends pages to see what they think of me.  I know that they will recognise me in the photo that my mate put on his page, where I’m taking a photocopy of my erection at last years office party.  I know he’ll laugh and put my CV in the bin.  I know when he says “Wow, what a big dick” he’ll mean me and not my average sized member.  So I won’t mind a few less hits because I know that later I’ll be way better off.