I hate TikTok. I mean really hate it.
Bastard Nation has had an account for years. We used to post regularly, but when I moved to Corpus Christi, I posted a couple of times and stopped due to huge problems with lighting. I really don’t understand how the biggest Luddite can put up something that looks like it’s produced by Sony, and I look like a refugee from Gower Gulch
. I hate the words “influencer” and “creator,” too. Both are bougie, fake terms designed to turn millions of people into raving self-important entitleds and narcissists. See, there’s something sus about people who refer to themselves as “influencers.”–in their heads. 21st-century nouveau riche lowriders to the rest of us. Or me.
I teel he same about Instagram. Strangely, I like Reddit, though I haven’t checked in for a long time.
Still, TT and Instagram have big viable adoptee communities, and if TT can bust Trump’s balls, then it can punch the nose of adopteephobes and secret-keepers.
So, today I revisited TikTok. Checked out our Friends. Except for a handful, I have no idea who all those people are and why they are Friends and Followers. I spent the day doomscrolling, and now I’m late getting out my daily NAM/NAAM message.
I also visited Instagram and lost patience. When I tried to post something, I learned that the account is linked to my personal FB account, which will never do. The Instagram Gods won’t let me unsync –or maybe I don’t know how. I want to get that moving, too, so I may nuke the empty page and start over
I’ll try to make a TT for Bastard Nation tomorrow. I suspect once I get into it again I might like it, and then I’ll never get anything done IRL. Legislative Season is approaching, though, and we need to drum-up some new soldiers.
Obviously, I had nothing to say tonight. Tomorrow, I hope, will be more interesting.
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Poke the Bear 2026
NABLOPOMO 2026
Day 9– 21 days to go!