Month: October 2012

  • Julia, my gem.

    This morning, my wife decided to drive me to work.  With her usual thoughtfulness she went out a few minutes early, unlocked the car and turned it on to warm up.  After admonishing my boy to brush his teeth I went out and climbed into the passenger seat.

    Julia appeared a moment later, opened the driver’s side passenger door, then stopped.  A brief pause, then she closed the door and came around to the passenger side and clambered in behind me.  Her brother is much taller than her, as I am to my wife – who had moved the driver’s seat forward.

    Julia hadn’t needed prompting to grant her brother the additional leg room, I doubt she’d even analyzed her action.  She’s thirteen, caring, and considerate… she’s my JuliaGem.

  • Creation, or Evolution?

    In an attempt to understand ourselves and our place within the cosmos, thinking people {yes, I do classify myself as such} inevitably wrestle with their beliefs.

    Open your mind and read on… if something has sealed that door, then farewell, I have no desire to offend.  Likewise, for those already gloating in anticipation of the debunking of your oppositions beliefs, I doubt you will remain so satisfied.  Demonizing those who hold views differing from your own should remain the domain of worthless politicians.  It has no place here.

    Belief, what is it?  Complex, insubstantial, yet defining. We all have it, believers and atheists alike. “But I don’t believe!”  I hear the atheist assert.  Of course you do… yet your belief is in the lack.  A quandary, no?

    Before I alienate everyone {a skill I hold in abundance, and abundant esteem}, let me share a tweet revealing some of me.

    Since WordPress embeds sometimes fail, this is what I said “If I am anything, I am a Believer – in Logic, Love, Nature, Karma, the Spirit-[]-Soul, Fate, and the Immutable Laws of Physics.

    Every word of that is truth, as I see it.  I don’t hold you to any of those things, indeed I hope your beliefs differ greatly from my own. After all, isn’t diversity vital to the well-being of any species?

    Some will be tempted to tear at my words, in vain I warn, for each element have I long considered.  Each word upon a platform sits, and before it do I bow.  Each, is truth, to me.  Yet how can this be? Does not Logic defy Fate, it does. Are the Immutable Laws of Physics, mutable?  They are not {of course, there are exceptions to all absolutes}, thus they place themselves at odds with Karma.  But I believe in both. Each alone, and each in contradiction.  Note well that Logic leads my list, it is foremost in a group of equals.

    Perhaps it might be easier to explain things in matters of Disbelief.  Very well, here goes.

    I don’t believe in either Religious Creationism, or Evolution.  Allow me opportunity to explain my position on these.

    Religious Creationism.  The only form of Creationism I accept is that I, in conjunction with my wife, have created four progeny.  For each I take both the Glory and the Blame, as does my wife.  They are our ultimate, and our only tangible Creations. Everything else was there before, and could as easily have come from the hands, hearts, or loins of any other.  Our children?  They could come from naught save our union, thus we did indeed create them.  Not in our image, I am most pleased to say.  Though their genes might be derived, their Character is their own.  As to Religious Creationism… well, if we were created, then what created our creator, and what demands we subjugate our souls before whatever it was that created us?  Surely, if we’re really smart, we’d worship the creator of our creator?  No, wait!  Make that the creator of our creator’s creator.  See where this is leading? A circular path with no end, and no point.

    Evolution.  As generally taught, is an unproven theory stated as a fact, and accepted by many as such. How many graphs and pretty pictures have I seen allegedly revealing the smooth, gradual transformation of one species into another?  Many.  Yet I remain utterly unconvinced.  Logic asserts Evolution’s truth with seductive words “…it must be so, everyone agrees, simply accept it…”  Then Logic defies itself by demanding hard, irrefutable evidence – evidence which is sorely lacking, unless accepted with huge leaps of faith to surmount the gaps in evolution’s chains.  Evolution as it is taught, a smooth transition from one species into another, demands acceptance, not on verifiable evidence, but on faith.  All the brightest say it’s so, so who am I, to go against this flow?  Startling.  Isn’t that precisely what organized religion demands?  And there are just as many highly esteemed people on that side of this issue.

    Religious Creationism, and Evolution are irreconcilable opposites.  If you think they’re the only choices, then take your pick.  Personally, I choose neither.

    The human need for understanding drives the need for “Belief”.  Our nature demands we understand how things are, what caused them, and what will ultimately result from them.  When faced with something we cannot assimilate, we lose our capability for reason and accept whatever the majority of our fellows have accepted.  This, is probably a species imperative.  If the majority accept it, and they’re alive the they’ve found a path to safety therefore they must be right.  Both Religious Creationism and Evolution fall into this deceptive category.

    So, what do I really believe {do you truly care, why thank you :)}?  Though I told you earlier, I’ll phrase it in different words a second time.  I believe in choice, contradiction, and inevitable change.  I long for the day a logical argument contradicts me, changes my mind, and displaces Logic as the foremost concept to which I grant my obeisance.

    I hope you’ve enjoyed this post.  If so, please re-tweet it {there might be a link at the top of the post}, let’s meet in the twitterverse and walk alongside one another for a time.  Who knows, we might find the One True Path, amongst the many…

    Meanwhile, if you desire further food for thought, consider reading more of my {slightly} deeper thoughts, framed in literature as lyrical as I am able.  I’ve published a series, to which I’ve assigned an entirely new genre {I never claimed to lack Arrogance} – namely, Philosophy, couched as Fantasy.  The journey into hidden thoughts, difficult choices, and metaphor begins here. The sample is entirely free, while being insanely expensive – its price?  The most precious thing any of us have, besides our children, time.

    1. Prompted by a discourse with @mcknick85, on the theory of evolution. Personally, I have never understood why a theory is misstated as a fact.
  • Twitter Tools, to control your Follows.

    Disclaimer: If you’re in search of pretty pictures, worth my thousand words – you’re in the wrong place, but if you enjoy reading words arrayed with care, if not artistry – read on. If you simply want to cut to the chase, scroll down to the heading JustUnfollow, where my reviews start.

    I joined twitter in June 2011, and completely misunderstood what it could do. I never had the time to figure it out until very recently {last week, if you must know}. If you’re interested, you can read about that here.

    Barely a week into actively using Twitter, and I’m already losing control and beginning to feel overwhelmed – this is not a good look on me. I know what I want Twitter for {nefarious, insidious dissemination of disinformation, followed by total global domination – oh, what, you don’t?}, unfortunately it seems Twitter is doing a much better job of using me, than I am of using it. I can’t tolerate that, thus my quest for self-improvement.

    We humans are funny creatures, we have a massively over-sized tool {no, no! the brain, you wicked individual!}. That special organ allows us to develop implements to make our lives easier. The particularly smart among us simply use implements developed by others {my wife is one of those eggheads, I constantly steal ideas from her, including this one – naturally, I claim complete credit for them all}.

    To accomplish my secret plan the first thing I needed was to seed the right audience. I figured out a way to do that here.

    With my group of co-conspirators growing nicely, I soon ran into my first stumbling block, namely spam {aka the voice of revolutionary dissent, which had to be silenced!}. Obviously, one of the first tools I’d need would be one capable of identifying and eliminating these disembodied “voices”, I noted that and moved on. Then, just yesterday, I hit Twitter’s glass ceiling – discovering there are limits to how many people I can lure into my web, specifically a meager 2000 at a time! The answer to that seemed trivial, just unfollow people who don’t follow you back – after all, if they’re not going to listen to me, why should I listen to them?

    With my initial Twitter problems identified, namely spam {aka, the murmuring voices of distraction} and Non-Followers {the exceptionally few able to resist my rhetoric}, I set out in search of tools to tackle them.

    Bingo! {or Google-Oh as I prefero, take your pick} and I uncovered a tool named JustUnfollow. {“This is going to be easier than I thought”, I thought. Wrong, again.} Since I seldom accept the first thing I see, I did a little more research {aka asking my daughter} and found three tools that seemed interesting. {Actually I found twice that number, but I’m nothing if not lazy, and the others wouldn’t work – simply, which it has to be for me.}
    Thus, my final list of initial Twitter tools is:- TwitCleaner, Contaxio, and JustUnfollow.

    {For my initial list of final tools, click here***, hehe, got you again!}

    The descriptions have been taken direct from their manufacturer’s page, in the registered add-ons section of Twitter.

    JustUnfollow

    Description: Unfollow Twitter users who do not follow you.

    Immediately after authorizing JustUnfollow something intriguing grabbed my eye – an option to see “Who unfollowed me”. I’d love to know this, since identifying those not interested in what I’m saying might well cause me to refine my rhetoric {Who am I kidding? It would provide fodder for my “one strike and you’re out” policy!}
    My curiosity piqued, I clicked “Who unfollowed me”, only to be told I have to tweet about using the feature in order to unlock it. {“They want me to endorse them, before I know they’re any good?”} I refused. I’m funny like that – I’m unwilling to spend money if I don’t see value, and even more reluctant to endorse products until I’m comfortable with them. {Strike One!}

    I frowned, and continued. {Like most politicians, hard and fast policies only apply when they suit me.}

    Next, I tried “Non Followers”, again JustUnfollow presented me with a ready-made tweet endorsing them – but they didn’t compel me to tweet it, I relaxed a little {after vocalizing loud disbelief so many could care so little as to not follow me}. I looked at the sort options, Oldest or Newest. That’s all? What about number of followers, or “klout” {just between you and me, I don’t even know what klout is, but it sounds like a nasty knobkerrie, used to beat sense into your opposition. I like it!} I chose Oldest, deriving enormous satisfaction as I mashed the “unfollow” button repeatedly. Sadly, my joy was short lived… JustUnfollow interrupted me with a rude and obnoxious message demanding I endorse them – again! The alternative to singing their praises was to “Upgrade”. Being the inquisitive sort, I clicked upgrade, only to gasp in shock. Whatever else they might be, these guys aren’t shy! They want me to pay how much! and that is every month!? {Though tempted, a rare wave of guilt overcame me. Feeding my kids, won the toss – it wasn’t a close call.} I backed away from the keyboard, hand firmly on my billfold.

    Having been hit by severe sticker shock dis-heartened me, and though I’ve looked at the other features it was with a jaundiced eye, I won’t relate further thoughts.

    The bottom line. In all, less than ten minutes with JustUnfollow told me it wasn’t the tool I wanted. Perhaps I’m being unfair, but that’s the way I feel – it just isn’t a good fit for my philosophy. First, I’m not interested in big numbers {unless the big number is five trillion}. What interests me is building relationships. Numbers seem to be JustUnfollow’s primary focus, that’s important stuff to many people, but I’m just not one of them. Second, I don’t like pushy salesmen, which is how their repeated insistence I tweet before I used their tool struck me. Third, severe sticker shock – perhaps for an outright purchase, but on a monthly basis?

    I’d have been happy to tweet about their product (as I did for TwitCleaner), but only after I’d used JustUnfollow and found it to be worthwhile – I never got there. {Overcome as I was by my tight-fisted nature, or by my philosophy, of possibly even a bad day at work – you choose which.}

    I’m not saying JustUnfollow doesn’t do what it advertises – indeed, I’m sure it does. They’re very responsive to tweets bearing their name – which shows they’re on top of things and concerned, which in turn is likely to translate into good technical support. JustUnfollow might be just what you’re looking for – it’s definitely worth giving them a try, and making up your own mind.

    TwitCleaner

    Description: Analyses your friends list, identifies the spammers, absent, non-interacting, boring & the bots. Easily trim your following of them & radically improve the quality of your Twitter experience.

    Before I say anything, let me say this. TwitCleaner is a fantastic product, and it’s free. Kudos to its developer.

    Unlike JustUnfollow, TwitCleaner is focused on analyzing the people you follow to help you decide who to unfollow. It gives you sound data to help you reach a good decision about every tweeter unlucky enough to make its “potentially garbage” lists.

    It takes a few minutes to run, but you don’t have to wait on it. TwitCleaner will send you a DM with a link to your personal report as soon as it’s done, leaving you free to do the important stuff while you wait { tweet your heart out in whatever way gives your satisfaction, we’re all there for you}. As a measure of my esteem, TwitCleaner is literally the only reason I read Direct Messages.

    Once alerted TwitCleaner has processed your leaders {those you “follow”, did I mention I hate that term?} you’ll find it has a simple to use interface. It groups people you follow into easy to identify categories. Every category is clearly described and bunched for side-by-side, person-to-person comparison. – to me this is incredibly useful as it helps me make {un}informed decisions about who I want to hear.

    Hover your mouse over anyone’s avatar, and a tooltip pops up with TwitCleaner generated statistics about them. This includes an array of crucial data, including their tweet frequency, follow ratio, re-tweet percentage, link percentage {a bit of pure gold}, and other stats. Don’t like anything you see? Click their avatar, and they’re gone.

    Examples of the grouping breakdown are:-

    • Multiple @’s – people, or auto-responders, who tweet their thanks to multiple people at a time for following them. These are repeat offenders, to get into the group over 50% of their tweets are this type.
    • Nothing But Links – repeat offenders who include links in too many of their tweets. The hover tooltips shows you the worst offenders and this group is automatically sorted with worst offenders at the top.
    • Repeating the same URLs – these have something to push, and they’re relentless about it. Me, I don’t like being pushed.

    There are other groupings, all of them insightful, and filled with worthwhile information. Speaking from a personal perspective, the most telling of the data on the TwitCleaner’s tooltip were the line marked “No interaction at all”, and “App spam” {They’re letting a program talk for them. Since I work with computers all day, I know they have nothing to say – literally}. Either of those lines on anyone’s avatar, no matter how cute their name or picture, and down goes the axe {“Thwack, and I don’t think he’s going to get up again this time!”}. Anyone fortunate enough to fall into TwitCleaner’s “Hardly Follow Anyone”, group also gets the axe – this is where I use the drag a box over them all and axe them in a heartbeat function with glee. I really, really don’t like snobs {except my favorite middle daughter…}.

    Beneath every avatar is a tiny little link {this link should be a bit more prominent IMO} which takes you straight to their horse’s mouth {or is it their horse’s ass?} where you can make a truly informed decision.

    Another nice touch is that if you’re in a hurry, or impatient, you can simply drag a box over any group of “offenders” and bam, they’re unfollowed. Please use that power with care, it’s more than a little like machine gunning your victims {personally, I prefer sniping them one at a time…}. If you find yourself doing this often, then perhaps JustUnfollow might be a better fit for you.

    The bottom line. TwitCleaner is invaluable to me, I’ll gladly endorse it, and be only too happy to tweet about it regularly, though probably not every time and never with the canned messages offered – which you are free to edit by the way. Frankly I believe every Tweeter should be using TwitCleaner, it does a fantastic job of letting you get rid of the garbage for {imho} the right reasons. TwitCleaner isn’t about numbers. It’s about selecting content – if you’re following people who have nothing of value to say, or are saying nothing too often, or aren’t talking to their followers but at them, or are spamming links not soul… the list goes on, but TwitCleaner helps you decide according to the things important to you.

    My only complaints about TwitCleaner? {you knew I’d have some didn’t you?} The link beneath the avatar needs to be a little bigger – since it takes you right to the potential offenders Twitter page it doesn’t need to have their twitter handle, just the word “Link” would be suffice. Some kind of white and black listing feature would be great, and save me the embarrassment of re-following my daughter… and those are my only complaints.
    So, to Si {I’ve been desperate to say something smooth, and that really flows off the tongue}, the author of TwitCleaner, though this is not cash {expecting that from a starving author, well…} accept this post as tribute for a particularly fine tool. Well done.

    Contaxio

    Description: Quickly answer the question, “Should I follow back?” Manage your followers and following with easy-to-use, comprehensive views.

    An amazingly sophisticated piece of software, with support for multiple social media platforms, including twitter. Contaxio is free to use for the vast majority of tweeters. It has a much more sophisticated interface than either JustUnfollow or TwitCleaner, naturally this makes its learning curve a little steeper – but it’s definitely worth the effort. Not only does Contaxio let you make informed decisions about those you follow, and who follow you, by presenting you with similar data to TwitCleaner, but it lets you sort the data, look at in multiple formats, export it to your computer, and build lists of follows to which to apply any of these operations. It also allows you to enter your own custom data about every follow.

    All I’ve managed to do with Contaxio so far, is stuff similar to that which I’ve done with TwitCleaner. I’ve barely touched the surface of this product and already know it’ll have a permanent place in my Twitter Toolbox. I’m using Contaxio often and highly recommend it – if you have a need to manage your followers and those you follow {anyone that doesn’t must be a lot smarter than me, which is a lot of you, maybe even five trillion…} then Contaxio deserves a spot in your toolbox. Oh, and if you like it, Contaxio won’t break your piggy bank should you decide to subscribe – again, it’s worth mentioning that for most users subscribing won’t be necessary.

    I feel a bit guilty that I haven’t done Contaxio justice in this review, so I’ll be dedicating a post to it sometime in the future, no promise as to when.

    The Bottom, Bottom line.

    Should you unfollow people that don’t follow you? That’s your choice, they might have something so compelling to say that you are, well… compelled to follow them. Me? I don’t like compulsion, and I don’t like people talking at me, as opposed to with me. I consider Twitter to be a place of dialog, dialog takes more than one. I’m very unlikely to continue following people who show they don’t have any interest in talking to me {they don’t follow me back}, but I’ll have logical reasons for unfollowing them – reasons that have virtually nothing to do with numbers. Because of that, the tools I’m sticking with, and recommending, are both TwitCleaner, and Contaxio – they complement each other well.

    Regarding JustUnfollow. I might look at it again sometime in the future, should I ever arrive at the lofty height in the Twitterverse where I simply have to kill follows that don’t follow back. I don’t aspire to that, but for those to whom numbers are the most important thing – try JustUnfollow, it might be exactly what you’re looking for.

    PS. These are my views, my truths, and my unpaid words. I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed them and that they’ve served your needs. If you did, since you’re already here… browse around, who knows – you might even find something you’d like {hint, I hear there are some exceedingly fine books hiding somewhere here – and I’m completely biased, and unanimous (Are you Being Served?) in that opinion:)}

    PPS. I’d love to hear from you about any feedback you have on this post. Please post your comments to me on Twitter, you can reach me via this tweet or its hyperlink.

     

  • Morning Musings.

    Our son had a two hour delay this morning.  Julia, my 13 year old daughter, expressed her delight, “Great, with Gareth not going to school, I get to ride in the front.”

    Puzzled by this lapse in judgment from a child well versed in math, I frowned and responded, “Ahhhh… no, you get to ride in the back.”

    Julia shot me a disbelieving look, her brow imitating mine.

    I explained, “Mom’s driving, I’m in the front, and you’re also in the front – what’s wrong with that equation?”

    A smile crept onto Julia’s lips, as part of her school credit she had been forced to watch the Presidential Debacle on TV.   Eyes twinkly, she quipped “Nothing dad, in Gromney Math it makes perfect sense.”

    After laughing, I shook my head and said “Gromney math be damned, you’re riding in the back!”

    Yes, my 13 year old did indeed coin that phrase, along with many, many others.  If you’re interested in another of her little @middengem’s , then you might want to waste…
    {did I say “waste“, I meant “invest“. Ouch, I think I was bitten by a politician – is it contagious?}
    … more of your time reading this.

  • Three versions of truth.

    As I climbed into the front seat of the car for the ride to school, my daughter Julia nudged me and said “I wanted to sit in the front.”

    Ignoring her, I climbed in and responded “You might want to, but you’re not going to.”

    Julia clambered into the back seat of my wife’s Altima, mumbling “One day I’m gonna.”

    Naturally {for this is the way of things in our household} , I responded “You’re not gonna.”  I felt no need to complete the correction, Julia is sharp as a tack.

    My wife leapt into the fray, words blazing across the darkness like bright rounds of tracer, “You mean ‘going to’.”

    Mistakenly thinking she was agreeing with me, I nodded in satisfaction at her unexpected support and said “Yes, that’s what I said.”

    “No”, she responded, “You said ‘you’re gonna’.”

    Belatedly I realized she had probably not heard Julia’s mumbled words, and that her tracer had been aimed square at me – her intended victim,  {Are you starting feel sympathy for my plight yet, for I surely am.}  I held up the white flag of truce in vain hope of a peaceful resolution to her unwarranted, pre-emptive attack on the innocent, and explained “I said I’m going to.  Julia said I’m gonna.”

    Julia corrected me, “You said ‘you’re not gonna’”, and indeed I had…

    I shook my head, lowered reason’s weary flag, and sighed in wounded knee.  Yes, terrible things were done in times past – I know, I watched the video with my son.   In fact, I’m ashamed to admit I committed a few atrocities myself.  How times have changed, my kids can’t have a bush pig for a pet.  Bacon, is such a sweet animal.  My tea tastes bitter, I really dislike not having time enough to steep it…

    My wife interrupted my reverie, “Your problem is that you’ve got so many voices inside your head you don’t know which one’s speaking aloud”.

    Blinking in surprise, voice portraying my inner calm, I said “My head is filled with serene tranquility.”

    Delight in her voice, Julia murmured “Oh, you mean a void?

    I laughed, as I often do to hide grievous pain {well actually I thought Julia was really witty, but this is my version of the truth, so I’m the protagonist}.

    My wife snorted, “Sometimes you’re such a fool…”

    Julia added, “Yes, an impetulant fool.”

    Lips curling in a sardonic smile, I entered my preferred mode of defense – attack, and exclaimed “HAH!  Impetulant is not even a word!  But I like it… you should use it more often.”

    We drove on, everyone chuckling at their inner thoughts – three people, three versions of truth.

    {footnote, my wife is really not the wicked person I intimate she is. However this is my blog, and my ever so slightly modified version of reality – and, well, having an antagonist is fun!  Frankly, I think I’m remarkably generous in granting her that much sought after role in many of my little tales.}

    {footnote to a footnote. Did I happen to mention they’re all the pure, embellished truth? They are :).)

    {footnote to the footnote, of a footnote. Nope, I’ve got nothing… just liked the way that looked.  What’s that up there, there, at the top of the page… I think it says smaple, or something with an s, can’t quite make it out. Ha! got you again!}

  • Thoughts, on Twitter Bio’s.


    Disclaimer.  If you’re here for a fast fix, a Twitter Bio-101 so to speak, then move along – that’s simply not my style.  If you want to draw up a leisurely chair, and maybe even chuckle while you gain my insights, read on.  Furthermore, I’m a complete newbie in social media, and fully intend to remain that way – so be warned, all you’ll get here is my deceptive honesty.  For a much more polite article on good behaviour in the Twitterverse, head on over to Twit Cleaner, I recommend them (for what little that means :))!

    I’ve spent the last couple of days on Twitter, seeking an audience – the “hard” way.  Are there easier ways?  Personally, I doubt it.  Sure, there are a ton of people trying to sell you followers, along with multiple add-ons offering you selection and fine control.  While I have nothing against the latter, the former are highly questionable.  It might just be me (it often is, actually), however I’m tending toward opposition to human trafficking.  What’s that you say? Those followers are just spam-bots, not real people?  Well, if I’d known that before… (I might have destroyed my credibility even faster than I am on my own…)

    Enough rambling, already!  This post details my thoughts, captured as I subjected myself to the cruel and unusual punishment of “finding followers”.  Call me Stupid, (my wife often does, so you’re in excellent company), but I figured out the best way to find people with whom I wish to interact (AKA, those who’ll succumb to the imminent, impending hard sell!) would be to seek them on Twitter.  My limited capacity, model ’60, imagination could come up with no better strategy than reading their Twitter Biographies.

    How to begin, then?  Well, I cheated (shhhhhh!, I don’t want my wife to hear) – I selected a few interesting looking Tweeters, (avoiding the “famous” like the plague),  clicked their links, hit their home profiles, and scanned their most recent tweets.  If they were tweeting things I found interesting, I noted their names.  If they were spouting nonsense, (AKA constant advertisements hidden within compressed URLs), I moved on.  Soon enough, a few hours, no more than a day, or two, (wait, what day is this again?), and I had my “source”.

    If you’re squeamish, stop reading now – for the depth of my wickedness is about to be revealed.  Yes, it’s true – it was me… I started stealing, pillaging, robbing, thieving, looting, and poaching their followers!  The thrill of this was almost more than I could bear!  Lists, that had taken them eons to build, I ransacked in seconds!  Oh, the glorious subterfuge.  Wait just one second here, I strive to be honest, (not because honesty is the best policy, which it is, but because I’ll be caught if I diverge from truth’s path), did I say “in seconds”?  If I did, which I’m not admitting… well, then consider that a slight exaggeration (slight, in political terms, means five trillion – therefore my exaggeration was slight, to the point of insignificance).  So it took me about thirty hours, anyone counting?  Certainly not me…

    Let me tell you, reading twitter bio’s for thirty hours is about as much fun as having an unpeeled pineapple rubbed in your face (no wonder my eyes are burning – it’s got nothing to do with my inner demons, I swear).  I can’t recommend it strongly enough!  Do it, and find out for yourself.  Not only will you soon learn exactly what type of people you’re looking for, but you’ll learn how to stifle that gag reflex when you read the truly terrible bio’s.

    And now, without further delay, here’s my list of do’s and don’ts for Twitter Biographies.  Since I’m an acknowledged Negative, the list of don’ts far exceeds the Positive (did that come out right, it hurts my mouth to form that word).  For the like-minded, don’t worry, I’ll get to the bad stuff as fast as I can.

    Turn-On’s – if these factors are in your bio… Good job!

    Re-Tweeters –  Very compelling, but only if my message might be what your followers are looking for.  Lets face it, if your niche is crushed pomegranate pips, well your followers really won’t be interested in my brand of snake oil, namely moral philosophy couched as fantasy.

    You’ll listen –  Thank you.  However, I hope you’ll also talk, then we’ll have great conversations together.

    A tantalizing hint of something I seek – and I’m hooked.  Likely, this will be something about you (no, no, no! well yes, 36-24-36, is exactly what I didn’t mean).

    Something I strongly identify with – Snag!  Works every time – individual results may vary…  And precisely how do you know what I identify with?  You don’t, so be honest and speak of yourself, and you’ll attract the right kind of people for you (if you’re unlucky, I might be one of them).

    A clever *original* play on words –  I’m a sucker for them, I’ll almost always flick that blasted follow button – even if I have nothing in common with @whoever. Here’s a perfect example, Marisa Michelle and yes, I am following her.

    Bottom-line –  Fill up those 160 characters with real words about who you think you are or would like to be, and what you’ve seen on your journey so far.  In simple English, a tasty snippet of your soul is the soup we all crave. What could be easier?

    Turn-off’s – if these are in your bio, especially if they’re at its start… well, I’m probably not following you.

    In vague order from most obnoxious, to most trivial.  This is the good stuff, the bad stuff that is, for us negatives, keep your mitts off my half-full glass types…

    Threats – threaten to unfollow me if I unfollow you… Who cares?  I promise it isn’t me, and I guarantee I won’t be clicking you to find out more.  To me, your bio screams something like this “Complete loser, except to people interested only in large, meaningless numbers.”  (five trillion, anyone?)

    Boasts –  Any shape or form, ranging from how wonderful you think you are, down to a list of “credentials” intended to make you seem important.  I’m not interested in what you claim to have done, rewards you claim to have received, or who you claim has endorsed you.  (Notice the trendy word there?  It was claim.) This is the internet – there are no laws here, and many liars (sneaks a quick glimpse at the mirror, nope, my honest face is still on).  Simply because you say it on the Internet, doesn’t make it true.

    L33t-5p3ak –  Communication should be easy.  Forcing me to mentally decode whatever clever message you’re trying to convey… well, it’s a smart way to make me skip you.  Use it in your posts if you must, but avoid it in your bio – unless you want to keep potential listeners away.

    Poor Grammar –  Yes, I might be one of them – the many, many, who value the slightest hint of a fundamental understanding of rudimentary grammar.  In your Tweets you can type fast and ignore those pesky niceties.  Don’t do it in your bio – first impressions do count.  On Twitter your bio is your first impression, make the most of it.

    Claiming Copyright on your Tweets –  If, indeed, you wrote them, their copyright is implicitly yours.  Better yet, your tweets are recorded and timestamped for posterity by Twitter.  Yes, people will steal them, corrupt them, and republish them as their own – there’s little we can do about that sort of scumbag.  You gain little by claiming copyright in your bio – anyone can read your Tweets without ever reading your bio, so to effectively assert copyright you’d have to preface every single Tweet with such an assertion. Good luck finding room for that in a 140 character Tweet, of course you could try using the copyright symbol ©, I think that would be pretty annoying though.  So, instead of gaining something, you alienate me from reading your Tweets.  Since I’m here to converse, I won’t waste my time engaging with someone who clearly doesn’t want to speak with me – they only want to talk at me.  Would you choose to remain in a conversation with a colleague who prefaced everything they said with, “Don’t repeat this without attributing it to me…”?  Twitter, is about choice.  I choose no.  By the way, before you copy and paste from this post, look up in the top right corner of this page, yep, that’s an assertion of copyright all right – but this is my blog, not a Twitter bio.

    An animated GIF as your avatar –  Yes, you’re very clever, making those little monstrosities is time consuming, and you really, really want to show off your amazing skills.  Unfortunately, here’s the downside… I’m a primitive man, if your avatar blinks at me or moves – my first instinct is to kill it, and I do. {Update, I just unfollowed a user whose posts had a blinking avatar.  I liked their content, but the constant “look at me, look at me” demand of their avatar for attention broke this camel’s back.}

    I Follow Back –  Impressive, tempting, but un-combined with some gem about you – not compelling.

    Nothing but a hyperlink –  If you say nothing about yourself in your bio, why would I be tempted to click your link?  It’s not like I’m paranoid enough, now you want me unwrapping “gifts” provocatively encased in blue? (hehe, that isn’t a link, but by all means keep on clicking it…)

    Superlatives in your description of self –  Blowing your own trumpet…  Classy, very classy [not].

    A blank bio – I’m a skeptic by nature, this makes me think you… aren’t.  I know Twitter is full of bots, but I can’t imagine a bot smart enough to write an effective bio – steal one, sure, but within no time it’ll be on every other bot bio.  Therefore, what a blank bio tells me is that you’re a bot.  Move along, nothing to see there.

    A sales pitch – Whew, and I was just starting to worry about the dearth of advertising on the internet, yours is like a breath of fresh air.  Tell me about yourself, not your product.

    Outrageous claims –  Save them for your sales pitch posts, which will only come after I choose to follow you, which I won’t be doing since I’m pretty sure they will be disposable spam, which I don’t want.  Oh, and by the way, where’s the disclaimer?  Shouldn’t  advertising be honest, at least superficially?

    We – I’m interested in communicating with individuals – if there’s more than one of you, then each of you should have your own account.

    I am @unknown – Terrible way to introduce yourself, even in the “real world”.  I don’t want to know your name, I want to know something about you, and how you might hold an interest for me.  Names can come later, after we’ve sized each other up.

    The next points, well they’re about the pointless…

    Where you live –  This is the Virtual World… we’re right here, together, in your browser – lean closer and you’ll hear me, look closer and you can read me.  What does place matter, unless you’re dropping names to impress me, in which case read the article again, paying special attention to the topic entitled “Boasts“.

    Unnecessary greetings –  As I zoom past your bio, I’m thinking “Who is that strange person talking to, cause it certainly isn’t me.”

    Complaints, about the horrific limitations of 160 characters – With space so tight, why are you wasting so much of it complaining?  The good news is that if you manage to squeeze in at least one interesting thing, I might still follow you.

    Other things I already know I don’t like…

    TrueTwit validation –  I don’t think I’m a twit, so clearly you must be talking about yourself.  I won’t respond to these, ever.  In fact, I immediately delete the email heralding how some self-proclaimed twit demands my undivided attention.  In this, I’m certain I’m a lot more generous than most, who I suspect will unfollow instantly.  However, my generosity established and cast aside, your name will stick in my mind… That’s a bad thing, since I’ll be extra critical of your first tweets, with an itchy unfollow finger waiting eagerly to dispatch you to virtual oblivion.

    DM’s from follow bots – Very irritating, they almost compel me to hit unfollow.  I don’t mind actual DM’s from real people composed directly to me, though I would much prefer they simply Tweeted their message.  Twitter is an open forum, say what you think out loud, don’t whisper it. (Yes, I know about private accounts, and have followed a few – but those days, hours, minutes, seconds, all five trillion of them, are rapidly coming to an end.)  Believe it or not, I received an autofollow DM trying to sell me fake watches (or “replica watches & jewelry”,  as he termed it).  Not surprised?  How about if I mentioned this garbage purveyor’s bio proudly proclaimed, “Doing Life God’s Way!”?  Which god might that be? The god of Avarice, perhaps?  Needless to say, it didn’t take me long to click “unfollow”.

    DMs – yep, I’m already beginning to dislike these obnoxious little whispers, they are so overwhelmingly banal.  Did I say I don’t mind DMs?  I’ve changed my mind.  Perhaps the first Twitter add-on I’ll look for will be something to eliminate them,  then unfollow their sender.  But that’s just me being private and paranoid, in an open virtual world.

    {Update on DM’s} – paranoia proven true… On 10/15/12 my paranoia saved me from two DM transmitted scumware attacks.  Links which attempted to redirect me to (1) a fake facebook site, and (2) a fake twitter site named “twivvter dot com” (please don’t succumb to curiosity and visit it). Both did a fine job of acting like my internet connection had been interupted, then attempted to trick me into revalidating – which would have given some worthless piece of human flesh control of my accounts.  Please be very careful, if it happened to me on the third or fourth day I actually started “using” Twitter, it is very likely to happen to you. An example of the actual attack attempt email appears below, names obliterated to save innocents embarassment.

    Please don’t visit that compressed url, it’ll take you to this…

    Looks pretty real, doesn’t it? Oh, and a further warning – my Firefox is locked down pretty tight, it blocked a script before this site popped up. My recommendation? If you ever see this nasty, nasty copyright violating website, close down all browser sessions, and scan your computer for scumware – by the time you see the picture scripts may have compromised your browser.

    {A little slam here} – as Twitter’s complaint submission form requires submission of the offending tweet’s hyperlink, they give us no way to report these attacks. As far as I can find, DMs don’t have hyperlinks – which means you can’t actually report them.  (Recall my newbie status? I hope I’m wrong on this point, in which case I’ll be glad to fix this error.) It would be trival for Twitter to include a “Report Attack” button on the DM dialog, and equally trivial to scan submitted links for browser redirection attempts and immediately place a lock on the account of “offenders”.  That would protect real people, since the sender is quite likely to be unaware they’ve been “hacked” –  in the case of the DMs I received, I’m convinced of that.

    And now, the things I secretly like in a Bio, though I’ll never admit them to my wife…

    An interesting avatar – Sure, they’re needless eye candy.  I like candy, what, you don’t? {Don’t believe me? Look at the eye candy I created, embedded in this – but be warned, keep it away from your eyeballs {not responsible to multiple perforations}.}

    A feminine name – Opposites really do attract.  Since I’m a man, my eye is drawn to feminine names much faster than it is to masculine ones.  That is the plain, unadorned truth, and no – I have no idea how it manages, but trust me, it does.  Obviously if this is real, {not the normal raving of my insane mind}, then feminine eyes should be drawn to masculine names {assuming a heterosexual preference}, I’d love to hear what you think about this.

    Positive Tone – In every honest evaluation I’ve made of my own character, no matter how much I feign optimism, I’m a skeptic.  My root nature is negative, I’m an aging man, long past his prime, recently past self-deceit, and ultimately reconciled that I’m not Positive.  I’m ashamed, (well of course I am, silly, I’m a negative person).  Once again, the opposites attract rule holds true – upbeat, positive biographies attract me far more than down in the dumps self-pity.  I’m really hoping some of that positivity will rub off on me (nah, that’s an outright lie :)), though I do enjoy reading upbeat posts as much as downbeat.

    A Victim – to my charms, and more importantly, the goods I’m trying to purvey.  What might those goods be?  Well, perhaps “goods” isn’t the right choice of wording – indeed some might better term them “awfuls”.  They’re my words, of course – I’m trying to gain an audience for my words… some of them are even in book form, and no I’m not going to make this easy for you – you’ll have to visit my website to learn more.  {Wait a moment, why you’re already here! Why not browse around, and laugh – at me, or with me, your choice.}

    I hope you enjoyed this article. If you did, perhaps we can meet up on twitter and chat, or if you’d like a glimpse into the thoughts I hold most dear, in reverse chronological order, well – head on over to “[Tweets]“.  If not… well, I’m delighted to have wasted your time 🙂

  • Are these Tweeters for real?

    {Disclaimer}. I’m no expert in social media, so read this at your risk… It took my favorite middle daughter, Dannielle, saying “Why don’t you just buy Twitter followers” to prompt me to action, needless to say I ignored that “advice”.

    I’ve had a Twitter account a while now, and completely failed to recognize it for what it really is.  I opened the account the day I released my first book, very occasionally I’d log into it, post a thought, and log out.  I’d look at the followers, and following tags and think “How rude! I certainly don’t want people following me – that’s almost like stalking.  And I certainly don’t want to follow anyone, I’m an individual with views of my own – I don’t want anyone telling me what to think, I get enough of that every time there’s a political commentary…”  And that, was that.

    Then, a while ago, and without my having any idea how – the “following” tag suddenly had a number next to it.  Bingo! an email appeared, loudly {well, subduedly [sic], since I use FireFox addons to kill almost everything that isn’t text} proclaiming “@LynnHallbrooks is now following you on Twitter!”  I felt a strange surge of surprise, an inexplicable, puzzled tingle.  It prompted me to new heights, making me spill some words in a “Tweet” {along with the coffee I was sipping}.

    Things settled down, days went by, the earth resumed its interrupted orbit of the sun. Then, another shock!  Another email, and the number climbed to two.  Another burst of inspiration, another bizarre tweet {I’m finding myself prone to these}.  I held my breath, and sure enough… the world began rotating, again.  “Wow”, I thought, “This is really, really easy!  All I’ve got to do is kick the world every time Twitter stops it, and life goes on.  By the end of the century I’ll have almost a hundred followers…”  Life was good…

    I don’t know what made me do it, I swear, perhaps the voyeur within I strive so hard to suppress – I just don’t know… anyway, I clicked on “@LynnHallbrooks”.  My dread, that this would cost me another painful detoxing of a thoroughly infected computer, subsided even as my interest arose.  Lynn Hallbrooks, is a real person (at least, I think she is), she has a website and is a fellow writer.  This time, the world stopped for much longer.  It took significant effort to force it into motion, but I managed {or none of us would still be here, obvious as that might seem, I thought I should mention it…}.  Sadly, that extended delay cost every one of us dearly – our planet is now damaged, and will continue to be more so with every tweet I make.

    Don’t blame me for this, for I was an innocent drawn into Pandora’s Box by this strangely named “@LynnHallbrooks”… Blame her, or perhaps the wicked trickster who trapped her in this web before me {come to think of it, all of YOU are to blame – that’s right – I mean @you!}.

    {RemovesTongueFromCheek} Actually, I’d like to thank Lynn, though I don’t know her from a bar of soap {I’m pretty sure it’s the lavender scented variety}.  Thanks Lynn, for introducing me to this strange gathering, you were my first actual follower!

    PS. If you enjoyed this unabashedly honest litany of lies, say hi to Lynn and drop by anytime to read more ravings of a rambling lunatic {that, would be me}, when I’ll talk about my thoughts on what made me click the “Follow”’s that I clicked, and (possibly more importantly) what made me pass on others.

    {Update 1} As promised here’s a link to my Thoughts, on Twitter Bio’s

    {Update 2} Here’s another link, to my motivations for using Twitter.

    {Update 3} And, another, to tools to try and control Twitter {I’m failing, dismally}.

    If you’re interested in origins, as am I, this particular tale started on Twitter. You can read the unfolding twitter tale here.  Or, if you prefer to view the thoughts I hold most dear, well – head on over to “[Tweets]“.

  • Fried Green Tomatoes.


    This morning my wife dragged me upstairs, enslaved me, then forced me to clean up my tools – which had mysteriously begun accumulating in the kitchen.

    After my release from this barbaric and prolonged internment, (it must have taken nearly five minutes!), I looked at her hopefully and said “I’d love some fried green tomatoes for breakfast.”

    Steel gray eyes glinting, she responded “And I’d love you to mop the floor.”

    Turning away, I started toward the stairs, murmuring, “I’ve lost my appetite”, in piteous tone.

    A chuckle, a derisive snort, “Thought of cooking has robbed you of your appetite?  Poor boy.”

    Deliberately misunderstanding her callous coldness for sympathy, I responded “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll get it back… as soon as you’ve finished mopping the floor.”

  • Twitter, whofor art I?

    What can you expect from me, on Twitter? If you stay, you’ll find my thoughts, phrased in my own words. Very occasionally I’ll quote others, more often my own books – after all, marketing Malmaxa was my principle motivation for tweeting, though that may change.  Everything comes at a price – mine, is words you may often dislike.

    If you’ve chosen to remain, my sympathy – no place is this, for the faint of heart… nor those with minds set, and unchangeable.
    Lack time for verbiage?  No problem, either leave now, or jump straight to my favorite tweets, there to judge me worthy as a fellow to follow, or not – after all that’s why we’re all here {I think}.

    • Who, and what am I, at least to Tweeters?
      A teller, of twisted truths, as I see them.
      A caster of complexity, my net… words, ripped from my heart.
      A social media newbie, entirely unmotivated to change that irrelevant aspect of existence.
      A contrary, thorny old man, as my avatar depicts.
      Difficult to tolerate, till you realize I’m not arguing against you, but with you.
      An enjoyer of thinking, and of reading the results of other’s ramblings, and responding.
      A lover of lyrical words, striving always to accomplish such, and failing, too often.
      Honesty, hidden within deliberately deceptive words.
      A frequent laugher.
      A youthful soul, trapped in age.
      A detester of no one more than myself {though some come awfully close}.
      A turner, of contradiction in phrase.
      A seeker of like {and unlike} minded people, with revealing, contrary comments to share.
      A name, borrowed from an honorable man, now immortal in my heart.
      The creator of a broken genre… philosophy, couched as fantasy, look elsewhere within my blog for tracks to trails leading to my {unique?} form of metaphor, or not.
      Father of four, husband of one, favorite middle child of seven, brother to four, grandfather of one {but hoping}, lover of one… and of many minds.
      A Dreamer.
      A troubled Soul with thoughts to spare, and to share.
      Not normal, though I appear so – to those I do not know.
      A Gemini, wrapped in its guise of three.
      A negative, keep your hands off my half-full glass, type of guy.
      A malcontent, seldom satisfied with my utterances.
      An author, aspiring, perspiring, and very very trying.
    • What am I doing on Twitter, and why am I bothering you?
      Easy, is the truth? Of course…
      I seek an audience who might be as touched by my writings, as am I for penning them.
      An audience, who’ll listen to things I’m still to say – and have insights of their own to share – dare I hope, that might be you?
    • What’s up with the weird avatar?
      My tagline used to contain the words “a thorny old man”, thus my pictorial depiction is a representation of what my “mark” might be {in my series, Malmaxa} – assuming I had a role in that tale, which I don’t.  The symbol visualizes the thorns of the Segattoo, which are used by Symbologists to etch the marks of family within the Souls of the Seizen. Though I’m no graphic artist, I’m proud of my effort – here it is, slightly larger.


    For the tolerant few who’ve reached this far, a reward – a vision of loveliness, adorned, with her heritage

    • What made me choose you, or vice-a-verse?
      If you chose me, my thanks! Rest assured that once you reveal yourself with words, I might follow you, and thus will our circle begin.
      If I chose you, well…
      I cheated, finding you in a multitude of tricky manners.  Perhaps associated with someone I know.  After reading your bio I either turned away, or aimed my mouse and clicked its trigger. The rest… might become history.
      Please don’t send me links to validate who I am.  Since I am not… you’ll get no response, and know the message you never received, was from me.
      Cleanups will occur – assuming I ever figure Twitter out, which seems unlikely…
      You can read about the start of my journey into Twitter here, assuming you have time, to whittle away.

  • Inner Conflicts.

    I believe we’re almost universally filled with these strange little inner conflicts, perhaps they even aid in defining human nature.  Today, I’m considering how we value our individuality, while actively trying to fit in.

    Our upbringing might well seed this particular conflict.  Even before we start school, our parents encourage us to be imaginative – they express avid delight in our every word and deed, while telling us how special we are.  Then, they insist we conform to whatever their “normal” is – maybe that’s our table manners, or the way we greet our elders, or following their religious observances.  Though none of this is bad, it certainly sows the seeds of conflict.

    Then our early education begins.  Now, we’re constantly told how valuable imagination and originality are, while being subjected to an endless barrage of tests to see how well we conform to “normal”.  Personally, I think this type of educational system stinks – unfortunately, in the USA my children have access to no other.

    What a confusing world for the young…  No wonder kids dress in crazy clothes, dye and cut their hair into bizarre styles, then graduate to cover their flesh in piercings and tattoos, or worse.  Their desire to be unique is so powerful it approaches despair.

    We deprive our children of creative outlet by stripping arts programs from schools to save someone a dime.  We enforce mediocrity by compelling our kids to “do well” in school, AKA conforming to the one size fits all mentality.  We lower the academic bar to the lowest common denominator, then measure their scholastic success by how well they imitate their peers.  Sad.

    Society values originality, yet it demands conformity.

    It took me over fifty years to learn writing grants my inner demons escape.  Malmaxa, my first novel, reveals some of them.  How long has it taken you to find release?  If you’re yet to attain it, how long do you anticipate waiting?