Author: CGAyling

  • Karma’s Cost.

    I logged into Twitter this morning, full of good cheer – only to discover my account had been suspended for “Sending multiple unsolicited @messages”.

    Yesterday, I participated in what I believe to be a worthy tradition. The #FF, which I understand to mean Follow Friday. I considered #FF a valuable tool, as I’ve personally used it to find new people worth following. I mentioned some of the people who have interacted with me, most of them multiple times, during the course of last week.

    Apparently the Twitter powers that would be don’t like this behavior, because some time after I logged out for the night, {probably seven or eight hours after I sent my #FF’s} they decided to suspend my account. I guess Twitter consider themselves exempt from Karma’s rules, one of which I detailed as:-

    Karma: a force you initiate, yet cannot control or invoke on another. #thought

    It seems very much like Twitter invoked Karma on me, doesn’t it?

    Only, on the surface… {Yes, I know Twitter is an organization, and Karma really doesn’t apply, but bear with me.} Punishing me, for attempting to repay the accumulated goodwill of people kind enough to interact with me, has damaged them in my eyes. They’re a big organization, however enough little bursts of damage to their goodwill, will eventually cost them.

    I understand Twitter’s decision was probably the result of a program looking for malicious behavior – however, that program needs to act a little more intelligently, or people are going to take offense, just as I have.

    Twitter’s action toward me is like having the host of a party slap me in the face for introducing a few of my friends to each other. It is not pleasant. Frankly, it makes me want to leave this particular party – of course I’m not going to do anything hasty, but the desire is there, thanks to a single act on Twitter’s part. Which reminds me of another tweet:-

    Speak with care, for people remember a kind word for but a day, a cruel one forever.

    Acts, might be worse than words.

  • Twisted Reality

    Does anyone remember the crucifixion of Michael Jackson in the court of public opinion, as hosted by the mass-media? I certainly do. The treatment of Lance Armstrong strikes me the same way, I see hidden agendas in many elements of this matter, and feel sorely troubled.  These troubling thoughts prompted this free-form verse – however, many elements are applicable to anyone who realizes we’re manipulated daily by masters in deception’s art – the mass-media.

    Pardon it’s raw nature, or not – I don’t care.  {Yes, I do – or I wouldn’t hurt myself, and trouble you.}

    Without further ado, here is another strange, rambling poem / song. Composed to the silent sounds of Pink Floyd in my memory.

    ~Twisted Reality~

    Why strip the wings
    From those who cannot fly
    Show us something more
    Than this unreal dream
    Not true reality
    Not the place I want to be
    This false reality.
    ~
    Snap a picture of a scowling face
    And splash it all over the place
    That man’s clearly insane
    He’ll do anything for gain
    Least, that’s what the mass-media
    Tells us, and tells us,
    and tells us, again
    no care they show,
    for another’s pain
    in current reality
    ~
    We wonder if it’s fair
    Does the world not care.
    The world we live
    Is not a dream
    But it’s not real
    Everyday
    someone tears our dreams away
    rips and shreds
    Our fragile reality
    ~
    The mass-media lies
    The truth they easily hide
    With deception far and wide
    Scowling pictures make the man
    Into a monster true
    Sending texts to me and you
    Their lies never cost our trust
    In their old reality
    ~
    Social media might be the way
    uncover all the old way’s lies,
    there is no agenda here
    one day the truth might be
    Everyone’s reality
    ~
    Social media lights the way
    Throw the newspaper away
    It has no place with me,
    In my new reality
    ~
    Rip off my crown
    Tear me down
    Throw me to the ground
    It’s where I want to be
    Thrown from your reality
    ~
    Come take me by the hand
    Lead me to a better land
    A place where people care
    Where no one stares
    Where they see me
    as who I strive to be
    Not what the mass-media makes of me
    In their old reality
    ~
    Discredit me
    When I don’t do what you
    Want me to
    Look in the mirror
    Before you cast that stone
    For it, you will atone
    In the new reality
    ~
    We can’t let him win
    No no, not again
    Someone stole my life away
    I woke up one day
    To find it ripped away
    But I don’t know why.
    Or which reality
    ~
    I woke up again today,
    this nightmare, still in play
    found my titles stripped away,
    I never rode those rides
    It was the drugs that did,
    Least that’s what they said
    Does that make those years
    disappear…
    vanish into smoke,
    in a haze of dope.
    Is what they say the truth,
    No, not to me
    Their undone tests and proofs
    Don’t show the real truth,
    least not in my heart.
    Not, in a fair reality
    ~
    Rehashed tests and
    Contrived lies that seem true
    Don’t that make my climb
    into the saddle
    A lie…
    Not in my eye.
    Not, in my reality
    ~
    I never rode those hills,
    There were no ups and downs,
    All I did was lie, and steal
    Least that is the way,
    They’d have you think of me.
    So believe them or me,
    That choice is up to you,
    This is your reality
    ~
    Ends come, and I go
    my life, is finally my own
    Cause I’m a self-made man
    at the race’s end,
    My conscience, is clean.
    I’m who and… as I am.
    In all realities.
    ~

  • Hoodless, is little red riding…

    A {JuliaGem}.

    My wife knows almost everyone in our neighborhood. While driving, Julia often tests her amazing memory.

    Usually my wife names everyone, till one morning we saw a heavily set woman wearing a red overcoat.

    Julia asked, “Who is that?”

    Without hesitation, my wife answered, “Little Red Riding Hood, without the hood.”

    Julia immediately quipped back, “And without the little…”

  • A child’s poem, to her mother.

    Following, is a true treat for any parent.

    My favorite youngest child wrote a poem for her mother, as a gift for Christmas. I received a more practical, yet equally thoughtful gift from her – a pack of cushion soled socks – they cushion both my soul, and my feet, and I have my stock replenished each Christmas, by my choice.

    Without further delay, here is Julia’s hand written poem, reproduced faithfully, un-embellished, and true.

    From my mum
    I have learnt
    so many things,
    how to bake and,
    how to sew
    so many things
    others don’t know
    but most of all
    I have learnt to
    Survive amist
    this aphotic world
    Not with Hate
    Not with avarice
    But with kindness
    That comes from
    the Heart.

    Does a parent’s pride ever bow before reality? #thought

    With a child as wonderful as Julia is, there is no need, for her words are closer to reality, than my own.

  • mortality’s short, sweet kiss…

    A free-form verse, from a young soul trapped in an aging body. Prompted by the anguish and encouragement of some exceptionally special people on Twitter.
    Forgive the raw nature, perhaps I’ll “clean” it up.  Perhaps, I’ll not. {I did, and will likely do again.}

    Mortality’s short, sweet kiss…

    Morrow comes, heralding new dawn,
    upon that day, will joy be born.
    Patiently, must we wait,
    We’ll know the time, won’t hesitate.
    With both hands spread open wide,
    We slow our fall, down terror’s slide.
    ~
    An angel, trapped in mortal form,
    filled, with anger, and disdain,
    Though silenced is her voice,
    her soul, untamed, remains.
    Into deepest dark of night,
    she turns her ever seeking eye,
    and there, upon sunrise’s glow,
    her hope, as a planted seed, doth sow.
    ~
    Not coin, nor gold,
    will purchase passage from this mortal realm,
    into eternities, untold.
    For the trip to there,
    the price is set… in anguish.
    Do all you can, while trapped here.
    Secure… your own immortal soul.
    ~
    Summer’s heat, through winter’s cold
    An endless cycle, for the bold.
    Set your weary feet,
    Upon the path,
    toward the final goal…
    Escape… for each immortal soul.
    ~
    From four corners,
    east, and west,
    the titans of this world contest.
    North, and south,
    the winds do blow,
    freezing rain, before the snow
    that chills… my immortal soul.
    ~
    Though our fragile bodies,
    the titans hold in thrall,
    our souls, escape their clammy grasp.
    Till, finally… we turn.
    Behold, the Asp.
    Our demise, through venom’s fang?
    Or our escape, to destiny,
    as ageless legends sang?
    Through that path, so filled with pain,
    must we venture, once again,
    for at its end, does lie… our gain.
    ~
    Into cold, slit eyes we stare,
    the Asp, its fangs, doth turn, and bare.
    Its promise?
    With us, Eternity to share.
    Upon those ivory tips,
    so sharp,
    do form two drops, two drips,
    two promises… held true.
    My soul’s release… from me, to you.
    ~
    Into these gleaming gems,
    we cast our eye.
    Behold, our fate,
    to do… and die.
    ~
    Into venom we turn, and dive.
    Within their pain, we won’t survive.
    They promise us release…
    and bliss…
    our freedom…
    from mortality’s short, sweet kiss.
    ~

    That poem is not an exhortation to death. Hold true to yourself, until time comes for each of us to escape the shackles of mortality.
  • Marriage, a word’s meaning.

    Marriage, a wonderful word ~ a worthy institution ~ a question, of meaning…

    Although I never thought anyone had the right to tell another who they can or can’t love,  long did I hold the belief that the word marriage defined a union between a man and a woman. Very recently I was thinking about this and realized that limiting this particular word to a narrow, archaic construct has a major impact on people – my belief that a word should be limiting, placed severe constraints on others.

    Who am I to tell anyone who chooses to make a commitment, that they cannot – simply because the one to whom they commit themselves is of the same gender? I don’t have that right, and if I did… well, I would cast it away.

    In the past, I would have voted for any type of civil union, regardless of its name. Yet, within my heart, I reserved the word marriage for only the variety of union in which I am bound. My way, is not the only right way.

    Now, I must open my closed mind and grant others, different from me, their chance at happiness, their chance at lifelong togetherness. Call it a civil union, call it a marriage, or simply call it by its true name… love.

    While none of us has any right to determine the lie of another’s heart, everyone deserves a chance at completion.  Well done Washington, for taking a leadership role amongst the United States, once more.

    {04/14/13 you can read more of my journey to understand the meaning of marriage, here.}

  • Adelmar’s Recollection – audio.

    The link below is to my personal attempt at a voice recording. While reading the words that poured from our heart onto paper is difficult enough, reading them aloud is orders of magnitude moreso.  Indeed it makes me appreciate those who record audio books – walking in another’s shoes truly reveals the difficulty of their path.  Be warned, this is quite likely one of the most difficult things I’ve ever managed to do.

    Please note this recording is from an early version, though the words have changed the content has not. Here is the opening of Beltamar’s War, the first book in my epic work of Philosophy, Couched as Fantasy – Malmaxa.

    Beltamar’s War Chapter 1, Section 1 – Adelmar’s Recollection.

    I hope it intrigues you enough to read the tale.  Thank you for listening.

  • 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.