Hallelujah. Myspace is finally going to die. Die, Myspace, die. This is how it will go:

Once enough people have the experience of using a site that isn’t broken and ugly, users will migrate in droves. The implosion, following so closely the highly publicized and highly overvalued acquisition, will shake the market’s faith in News Corp so much, the stock will take a tumble it won’t recover from. All of ol’ Rupert’s horrid rags and his ‘news’ channel full of gas bags will be shuttered overnight. Additionally, the rights to continue producing Arrested Development will be picked up in the fire sale, and Murdoch will be reduced to selling his dignity in the street (”punch a former billionaire in the face, $1″).

Or maybe not. A boy can dream, though. While the rest would be nice, I’ll be happy if someone finally puts a nail through myspace. I was basically forced to create a profile by a number of friends that I would have no other way to keep up with, despite the fact that several of them live in the same city as me. It’s just that their entire social life is planned — and in some cases, prosecuted entirely — through the site. Almost a year later, I still have to degrade my eyeballs with that crappy site on a regular basis if I want to keep in touch — and that’s when I can actually sign on.

I’m loving facebook so far, even discounting the it’s-not-myspace factor. It has a lot of features that just make sense and work. I keep noticing little details, like the smaller and less prominent friends list on profile pages (I’m convinced myspace’s profile design led directly to the problem of “whoring” — i.e. users with thousands of so-called friends), that make me happy.