Every time we log on to MySpace, we cringe. Not because of its inherent narcissism or the music promoter who posts the same bulletin 27 times in a row. We huff and sigh because the site is the epitome of piss-poor Web design. There’s the gal who uses glitter text as if Tinkerbell just shat upon the page and dude’s profile pic that looks as if it came from another wingdinger of a Web site, Hot Chicks... More >>>