My Least Favorite Social Media Platform

So, we have seven prompts for today. Which one do I choose?

Talk about your least favorite social media platform.

That’s easy.

Facebook is the social media everyone loves to hate. If you don’t hate them for shadow-banning users, you hate them for the whole Cambridge Analytica fiasco. I don’t get a whole lot of pleasure out of it, because I have to keep telling it to present everything in chronological order, which isn’t actually chronological. Their idea of “chronological” is that a post jumps to the top of my timeline when someone comments on it or “likes” it. I care about the posts (or status updates or whatever the hell they call them) themselves, not about the comments or “likes.” I don’t really care about the “top stories,” because whoever or whatever decides what those are is stupid.

I’m sure there are ways to make Facebook do what I want it to do, but I’m sure it would take a three-day class to explain it all, and even then I wouldn’t know all the secrets, because things are always changing. And I don’t keep up because, well, I don’t care. I don’t spend hours flipping through Facebook any more. I give it ten minutes a couple of times a week, tops, just to see if anyone in my family has anything going on that I should know about.

And who came up with the idea of Facebook Messenger? If I’m sitting at my desktop, I’ll read the messages I get on Facebook Messenger. If not, I don’t want to mess with it. I don’t want to install another app on my phone or tablet just so I can see that someone I follow on Facebook is now on Messenger. I got over the IM thing with AOL in the ’90’s. If it’s that important, pick up the phone and call me, or better, send me an email. I feel like Stan on South Park.

Writer’s Workshop: Those Lazy, Crazy, Hazy Days of Summer

My mind went immediately to this when I saw the prompt. You know me.

And, of course, as I was listening to that, my mind immediately turned to the pride of Seattle, Washington.

Jimi Hendrix is generally thought of as the greatest guitar player ever to strap on a Fender Stratocaster. At least that was the impression I got. In high school, guitar players worshipped Hendrix. My personal guitar hero was Terry Kath of Chicago, but you knew that.

Turns out, Terry was Jimi’s favorite, too.

Anyway, these are the Dog Days of Summer, about which the Blogger’s Best Friend tells us

The dog days or dog days of summer are the hot, sultry days of summer. They were historically the period following the heliacal rising of the star Sirius, which Greek and Roman astrology connected with heat, drought, sudden thunderstorms, lethargy, fever, mad dogs, and bad luck. They are now taken to be the hottest, most uncomfortable part of summer in the Northern Hemisphere.

I guess the Southern Hemisphere, including South America, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand doesn’t have the Dog Days, because right now it’s winter in that part of the world. I know people in Australia, and they’re surfing right now. I understand that the further inland you go, the colder it gets.

This is uually the part of summer when it gets, to quote one of my nephews (Dylan, age 7, as I recall), “hotter than the hinges of Hell,” but so far it’s been quite pleasant here. As I write this Wednesday aftenoon, here are the conditions.

By the end of the week, naturally, it’ll be in the 90’s and the weather will be “hazy, hot, and humid, with a chance of afternoon thunderstorms.” That’s when we stay in and hibernate. Most people do that in winter, but not us.

We always wonder what people did before 1902, when Willis Carrier invented the first electric air conditioner. Grandma Holton didn’t have air conditioning and used to claim that there was a “lovely breeze” off the lake, which she was half a mile away from. By the time it got to her place, it had heated up considerably and it was more like a scirocco.

I remmber when I was in high school it couldn’t get hot enough for me. What was wrong with me?

Smog, as you know, is a portmanteau for “smoke” and “fog.” John Coleman, who did the weather in Chicago for a long time, came up with “smaze,” a combination of “smoke” and “haze.” He also came up with “snain” for rain mixed with snow.

Anyway, stay cool.

Writer’s Workshop: GIMPing Along

I always wonder about these “write a post in [number] lines.” I’m pretty sure it means “sentences,” because it would be hard to figure out how many characters fit on a line based on the font and the width of the line (for me, it’s 600 pixels). So we’ll stay with sentences.

Wilber, the GIMP mascot. Source:

I’ve been working a lot with GIMP (the GNU Image Manipulation Program) recently. It’s a poor man’s Photoshop, and you can also use it to create word art and image quotes. It does more than I need it to do, and the price is right (free). The people whose YouTube channels I’m visiting to learn it also work with Inkscape, apparently better for creating logos, and Blender, with which you can create animations. I think I have my hands full with GIMP, though; maybe I’ll play with the others a little bit as I get better. Really, I think GIMP is all I need.

I see by my line counter that this is line 10, meaning the next one will be the last. Hope all is well at your end.