Well Alrighty Then…

1. That time you ask for a signal boost from those on your Facebook in a position to help you, and you got nothing, so you did it again just to be sure they got your request, and you still got nothing.

My first reaction was to ditch all the non-family and non-friends on my Flist, but then I recognized that this isn’t about them, it’s about me. When I friended fellow media types, people I had signal boosted for in the past, I did so because as fellow creators we all need to be there for each other; but that’s not what Facebook is nowadays, is it? Facebook isn’t for networking or hitting up your friends to get the word out your latest Patreon or Kickstarter; it’s for socializing, sharing memes, and empathizing when your friends confront racial politics, sexism, or idiots that don’t understand how depression works.

I deactivated my account not due to being ignored or getting zero help, but because I cultivated a lion share of my Flist for all the wrong reasons. Instead of showing my ass and being a douche about it, I just deactivated and moved on.


2. That time you deactivated your Facebook account, and after a whole week, no one noticed or gave a shit. 0_0

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3 Hours Until it’s Over

I got three hours left on this production job, and then I’m FINEETO!

The days will be mine again, giving me free time at night to get the hell off the computer.

I got to get my sci fi series ready for Patreon, remember what my spouse looks like, watch some Preacher, Orphan Black, People of Earth, and the Strain, ¬†and OMG – I’ve got two years worth of DBZ Abridged to catch up on!

Next week is all about enrolling the youngest in art school (I can kiss that 11k I made working on this production, goodbye!), getting to the beach before the summer ends, having my annual eye exam, and lighting a fire under my future daughter-in-law’s ass to get a job. The boy makes just enough to support them but if anything happens to him (knock wood) they’re screwed.

Gratuitous cat photo from my Instagram: