I tell you what. Hi, all you mostly-new-to-me folks. My name is Kevin and I usually call myself a photographer but sometimes I pass the time by sculpting gross objects involving teeth. Here, for example, is a Helper Spoon I made a while back. I hate it. I have no idea what compels me to make this stuff but I can't stop, apparently. https://octodon.social/media/L2D6kZ2v-698aFIImEo
roses are red
violets are blue
in surveillance capitalism
poem reads you
and shows you ads
for flower shops
and tracks your clicks
and never stops
it cares not about
if privacy's harmed
the money is green
when people are farmed
twitter is cyan
facebook is blue
your friends are the product
and so are you
are they not beautiful?
on twitter it's so bizarre to be followed by people who Know Me In RL™ and have them not find a single thing to say in response to something like #metoo
it's one thing for people who've never met you to respond with silence. Although on Metafilter, that's not usually the case. People tend to be decent there and conversations are the point.
but if I actually know you? wtf are you doing?
(¯`·._.··¸.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.,-(passed the fuck out)-,.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸··._.·´¯)
there we go.
something about this feels pleasantly oldschool. or maybe it's just the death of AIM making me nostalgic. does anyone else get the feeling that this platform should let you set away messages?
it just seemed like the right thing to do.
not entirely convinced anyone reads the posts down here
Saturday night, October 14, 2017. Hundreds of #MeFites move en masse to Mastodon, and spend the evening going "Hey, it's you! Hi!" It's possibly the most boring cocktail party ever.
And yet there are no nazis nor Trump, so it's also the most pleasant cocktail party this year.