So there was this thing our neighbours did this month.
As someone (possibly Pierre Trudeau?) once remarked, when you’re in bed with an elephant, you sleep very lightly indeed. Well, the elephant’s been breakdancing lately, and there’s been a lot of concern about it. (How’s that for allusion?)
As a result of the venomous nature of the discourse on social media, I have not logged into my accounts since the latest pachyderm convulsion, except for business purposes. I decided that I have more important things to do than to watch an algorithm attempt to enrage me (hm, given what I’m studying right now, there’s some irony there, but we’ll get back to that in a bit…).
But, unsurprisingly, I still have Things I Want To Say. You probably don’t want to hear them, so here’s what I think is an excellent compromise! I’ll say those things here on my blog, where I’ll only bore a small number of people to death, and use an auto-posting plugin to serve them to the Book of Faeces and Bitter, and (in theory) comments will come back here, and everybody will be happy. Except of course for Mr Zuckerberg’s algorithmic army, but I’m ok with that.
In short: I do miss some people on social media, and I hope they join me here. But the stress of looking through the rest of the chaff, and getting sucked into the whirlpools of fermenting excrement, is just too great for me to want to venture back there.
Come to the dark side! We have snark!