...the mystery of why I Just.Don't.Blog anymore. Well it's partly laziness (of course) - this *is* Yours Truly we're talking about. But I think it's mostly the insidious Facebook to blame.
And ex-Facebookers probably blame Twitter for no longer Facebooking.
But how do these conclusions possibly make sense? After all, Twitterites are well-aware they're limited to 160 characters, necessitating short, sharp, concise, to-the-point tweets. This should cut out all the filler material and make Twitter-viewing far more information-rich and enjoyable when it comes to keeping up with friends (at least in theory).
Somehow, Twitter has done the opposite for most people I follow. For every one person who posts "Baby Benson arrived this morning, mum & baby healthy, more info soon!", I seem to get hundreds who do nothing but tell me about expeditions to the corner shop to buy milk and bread. I think it's because they expect 160 characters to be too short to be meaningful; and so they've given up completely on quality, and just post day-to-day drivel. It spreads by peer pressure. When all your friends post garbage, why not get into the swing of things with garbage of your own?
So but anyhoo, I was thinking about Facebook. And I realised that quite often these days, I post in Facebook things that previously would have gone into a blog. Opportunity is the biggest part. Facebook is there, I have it open anyway to see what my friends are up to, and it's easy. Couple that with social interaction and instant gratification - I get dizzily excited seeing who has "like"d my posts today - and it's a gimme. Blogging just doesn't provide that kind of feedback. I'm not left to wonder if someone, ANYONE has read what I typed.
But it must be acknowledged that like Twitter, there are space limitations. Posts can only be so long. People will only read so many "replies" where you try to jam in more rambling parts of your update. There are apps and addons to enable bigger posts (Notes being the main one), but they're in the "too hard" basket for many people to bother reading, and it's a clunky and inelegant Facebook addition.
When it comes to quality for blogging, Facebook just doesn't cut it. Blogs do.
So in my heart of hearts I know full well that I'm pumping out drivel in Facebook. But it's easy. It's just a little sad that it partly satiates my desire to write, actually write. Sadder still if my writing "skill" becomes an unused muscle which slowly begins to waste away.
Showing posts with label twitter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twitter. Show all posts
24 December, 2010
20 April, 2009
What a Slacker!
(Me, of course.)
I've hit one of "those spots", ie, where I lose motivation in something I've started. It's a rare occurence, and I estimate it's happened in my life only about 3, 4, maybe 5... HUNDRED times. Ahem.
I've been a Twitterholic though. It's oddly addicting. I'm also going to parade my EIGHT CENTS! of advertising revenue that I've earned so far. EAT THAT, Adsense! Bet you wish you had MY eight cents don'tcha?!
I'm still looking into some other revenue ideas. Have one that looks awesome, but unfortunately requires people to be interested in the ads. And so far, looks like they aren't.
The kitchen is half-painted. Aria said it looks like a banana. I was most annoyed and pointed out that the colour is Gladsome, not Banana. Jay tried telling me it was more like a pineapple. That didn't really help!
I've hit one of "those spots", ie, where I lose motivation in something I've started. It's a rare occurence, and I estimate it's happened in my life only about 3, 4, maybe 5... HUNDRED times. Ahem.
I've been a Twitterholic though. It's oddly addicting. I'm also going to parade my EIGHT CENTS! of advertising revenue that I've earned so far. EAT THAT, Adsense! Bet you wish you had MY eight cents don'tcha?!
I'm still looking into some other revenue ideas. Have one that looks awesome, but unfortunately requires people to be interested in the ads. And so far, looks like they aren't.
The kitchen is half-painted. Aria said it looks like a banana. I was most annoyed and pointed out that the colour is Gladsome, not Banana. Jay tried telling me it was more like a pineapple. That didn't really help!
22 February, 2009
Fresh Produce
from Weird Search blog
I had another stroll through the bowels of my referrers today (or, "Where did these people come from?"). A handful of people trickle in here each day; considering I don't promote this place I can hardly complain. Also, in Weird News Today™, randoms are following me on Twitter. I've no idea where they're coming from, or what could be so exciting in my tweets. But in response I'm going to post fewer tweets were I complain about the weather.
Your favourites* are still hanging around. There's apparently no curing some people of their addiction to bat poop, butt paste, snotty sims or boiling urine. But in an exciting new twist* we now have "urine smells like hot dogs". Just HOW close are these people getting to their toilet bowls? And why would that bring them here? (For the record, I have no idea if my urine smells like hot dogs, because I don't make a habit of sniffing it.)
Someone with an odd fetish found me via "japanese panties and pantyhose clips". Someone disturbing via "Australian bushfires hot chicks". Well yes, I should imagine families' injured laying hens would technically be hot chicks. I can only hope that you weren't searching for burned or injured female humans with that string.
Sir Paranoid wants information on "Google Phone Tracking", presumably because he stole a car with a phone in it and is concerned that police might show up in lieu of some hot girls with drugs.
Before I go, I need to include this one because it made me laugh rather than just scratch my head. I know that I used the word lickable in a recent post, and I was totally referring to cool widgets in templates, which are very lickable. And occasionally I will post a pic from Fail Blog since it is funny. But why someone would combine them is beyond me... nor do I really understand how "fail blog lickable" landed them here. If I knew who they were, I'd pass them tissues to cope with the disaster. Oh the humanity.
Gotta run. Someone is "stealing panties from back garden" and I need to go look for them out my back door.
* Or not.
I had another stroll through the bowels of my referrers today (or, "Where did these people come from?"). A handful of people trickle in here each day; considering I don't promote this place I can hardly complain. Also, in Weird News Today™, randoms are following me on Twitter. I've no idea where they're coming from, or what could be so exciting in my tweets. But in response I'm going to post fewer tweets were I complain about the weather.
Your favourites* are still hanging around. There's apparently no curing some people of their addiction to bat poop, butt paste, snotty sims or boiling urine. But in an exciting new twist* we now have "urine smells like hot dogs". Just HOW close are these people getting to their toilet bowls? And why would that bring them here? (For the record, I have no idea if my urine smells like hot dogs, because I don't make a habit of sniffing it.)
Someone with an odd fetish found me via "japanese panties and pantyhose clips". Someone disturbing via "Australian bushfires hot chicks". Well yes, I should imagine families' injured laying hens would technically be hot chicks. I can only hope that you weren't searching for burned or injured female humans with that string.
Sir Paranoid wants information on "Google Phone Tracking", presumably because he stole a car with a phone in it and is concerned that police might show up in lieu of some hot girls with drugs.
Before I go, I need to include this one because it made me laugh rather than just scratch my head. I know that I used the word lickable in a recent post, and I was totally referring to cool widgets in templates, which are very lickable. And occasionally I will post a pic from Fail Blog since it is funny. But why someone would combine them is beyond me... nor do I really understand how "fail blog lickable" landed them here. If I knew who they were, I'd pass them tissues to cope with the disaster. Oh the humanity.
Gotta run. Someone is "stealing panties from back garden" and I need to go look for them out my back door.
* Or not.
07 December, 2008
OMG WHEE and DANCE DANCE DANCE!
I just got a message that Dawn Meehan is following me in Twitter. I was so stupidly crazily excited! I mean, wow, she's famous and she's following me!
And then I saw she's pretty much following every person who follows her. :S
Still, she's way cool and I feel like a teenager at a rock concert.
I went to see a psychologist yesterday. (Background... I've been feeling "stuck in a rut" for more than a year and finally got to the point that I felt I had to address it.) It was actually pretty cool. She pointed out some things that I'm doing subconsciously. This was after spending a good half hour discussing me and my issues. She just made the comment and I'm like... what the? Oh, My, GOD! You're right. How could I have dissected myself so thoroughly and got it all so wrong?! And I've been doing this silly thing for a long long time.
I found out today also, that I'm there for Cognitive Behaviour Therapy. (I should have realised this the moment that she identified one of my automatic thought patterns that just wasn't true). I've briefly done CBT before and found that it was absolutely awesome. So I'm feeling positive that she will be extremely helpful.
One of the things I have to do is change my routine and add something to it. She was pleased that I've started writing again, even if it's only blogging. So far, I've kept up the daily blogging longer than usual. Hopefully I can keep up the routine. With time I might feel creative enough to write some more fiction and actual journalism. Here's hoping that happens soon. I miss writing, but when I feel no real creative spark it's like doing trigonometry homework.
~ Elisa
And then I saw she's pretty much following every person who follows her. :S
Still, she's way cool and I feel like a teenager at a rock concert.
I went to see a psychologist yesterday. (Background... I've been feeling "stuck in a rut" for more than a year and finally got to the point that I felt I had to address it.) It was actually pretty cool. She pointed out some things that I'm doing subconsciously. This was after spending a good half hour discussing me and my issues. She just made the comment and I'm like... what the? Oh, My, GOD! You're right. How could I have dissected myself so thoroughly and got it all so wrong?! And I've been doing this silly thing for a long long time.
I found out today also, that I'm there for Cognitive Behaviour Therapy. (I should have realised this the moment that she identified one of my automatic thought patterns that just wasn't true). I've briefly done CBT before and found that it was absolutely awesome. So I'm feeling positive that she will be extremely helpful.
One of the things I have to do is change my routine and add something to it. She was pleased that I've started writing again, even if it's only blogging. So far, I've kept up the daily blogging longer than usual. Hopefully I can keep up the routine. With time I might feel creative enough to write some more fiction and actual journalism. Here's hoping that happens soon. I miss writing, but when I feel no real creative spark it's like doing trigonometry homework.
~ Elisa
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