Thursday, December 7, 2017


Finally, someone has noticed that I run a nice blog. And that someone is very persistent, and spams me on a regular basis with the same request: insert a marketing message in one of my existing posts. For money.

It's a novel concept.

Sadly, I basically don't give a fuck whether some hosting company thinks my blog is "nice." My blog is many things, but nice it is not. For example, I've already used the word fuck twice in this paragraph alone. Jesus.

I enjoy writing. I do it for cash sometimes, sure. But most often I write for a creative escape from work. And these days, I rarely blog due to ever-shifting priorities in my life. Maintaining this blog falls squarely into the "as time permits" category. Time rarely permits.

It's the last weeks of fall. Most of our trees are bare, but the Japanese maple procrastinates just another week or two. It's so cold that the cat runs out in the pre-dawn quiet only to stop in his tracks and reconsider whether it's worth it to be outside. An old cat in the cold. The wren's nest in the garage. Frost on the pachysandra. My daughter's joy at seeing an inflatable Olaf from Home Depot.

Sorry, what was the question?

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Giving Up on Twitter

I've been on the fence about this for a while now, and it's finally time: I'm giving up on Twitter.

I've written about my growing dissatisfaction with the service in the past, notably when they switched the icon for favorites from stars to hearts. That still bothers me. I deleted my first account a few days before the election, when Twitter's cesspool of vile neck-vomit reached its apex. And a few months into my second account, I'm hanging it up for good.

Because of this:

To give you an idea what happened, I changed my bio (as I had done many times in the past) to include a bad word. A really bad word. A word so bad that I won't repeat it here. Just kidding.

The word was fuck.

Used in the following sentence: "it's probably not a good idea to put "who gives a fuck" as my bio, is it."

Which is funny, because I guess it's not?

So to put things in perspective: the President can use Twitter to threaten nuclear holocaust, faceless trolls can make threats of sexual violence, and anonymous hacker collectives can use the platform to extort their victims. That's all cool. But you put a single "fuck" in your bio, and Twitter refuses to accept your money for promoted tweets. Glad they are paying attention to the real problems with their platform.

So good riddance once and for all. I'm convinced now, more than ever, that email is the best communications platform on the Internet.