Monday, July 24, 2017

Facebook Let Me Down

I looked up "how to manipulate the Facebook algorithm."

"Why?" you might ask. I mean, who really cares?

Normally, I don't that much. But the current newsfeed, which shows plenty of ads for Groot shirts, unicorn art, and cat humor... didn't show me that my nephew was being born.

Seven posts about the baby being born, none of them on my homepage feed. Had my sister-in-law not texted, I still might not know.

If social media is supposed to better connect us, to keep us better informed of what's going on in our world  (especially the world of our social circle), how did a major life event -- the birth of a baby -- not make the top of the newsfeed list? That's really upsetting. I'd like to avoid missing such important information.

What I see here is a flaw in Facebook's system. If I list someone as family,  shouldn't that trigger words like "birth, engagement, graduation," etc as an update I'd want to see?

I'm not sure how to change this, or if anything can be done. I just wanted to go on record as being frustrated.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Punishment Instead of Gratitude

What if your packages took longer to arrive? No more next day or two day.

What if there were no more over night "red eye" flights?

What if you called the emergency number in the middle of the night, but no one was there? No police, no firefighters, no ambulance.

What if from 11pm to 7am, doctor visits costed  $25, from 7am to 9am and 5pm to 11pm doctor visits costed $40, but from 9am to 5pm doctor visits started at $350 down with more charges to follow a week later. And specialist were only available from midnight to 2am for the first visit, 3am to 5am for follow-ups.

Would that be good for you?

Because that flipside would work GREAT for my husband and I!

This is what we deal with. That's just one punishment for those third shift workers. The ones who get your packages there,  keep flights going at night,  and answer the emergencies that happen while most people are sleeping.

I had to make my husband an appointment with a specialist. 4 hours after bedtime. 4 hours before wake up time. The literal middle of the night. That's the only time the office sees new patients, and that's the only office in our insurance's network of this specialist. (Monopoly?)

It's just something to think about.

Equality does not apply to third shift workers. An extra 50 cents an hour? $4 or $5 a day before tax. But the odds of needing a doctor during the $350 rate time instead of the $25 rate time...

Things need to change. This is among them. But the people who would fight for it are asleep during the hours that the people who control the change are working.

Monday, July 17, 2017

I guess that could be a talent

Watching Netflix, Amazon Prime video, DVDs, VUDU, etc...

Whenever I press pause, the character on the screen has his, her, or its eyes closed.

Anyone else have a useless talent that even the Guinness world records wouldn't want? Drop a comment.

Thursday, June 22, 2017


In 8th grade, we had to come up with a new cereal and a box design for art class. I thought flavored coffee cereal would be a hit. Certain other people disagreed. Said it was dumb. 

Wait, what's that picture?

Looks like 30 years later, General Mills has the same idea.


Saturday, June 10, 2017

#BallPointPenDay and #NaNoRoadTrip

An excellent day for writers!

Did you celebrate either of these today?

Friday, June 9, 2017

Memes update

I deleted the comment from Facebook.

I'm not brave enough to even ask for help. Probably because I know the answer.

There are NO words. There's nothing I could say to keep judgemental, violent people from being who they are.

If they want to kill me for an invisible health problem, they are going to, and no words will stop it. Laws can't help, why would anything else?

Memes Against People who aren't Handicapped Enough

This was posted on Facebook by a close relative with opposing political views. I left a comment because I need to know how not to become this meme. I'm posting that comment below because maybe others will have an answer.

☆It's not the judgment I worry about, it's the potential and likely violence from those judgemental people.☆


Okay, kind of glad you shared this, because I have serious question. 100% genuine here, because I don't know and I need to know...

With the "new arrangement," I have to pick John up every night. But summer is coming. When I get back, there's usually no parking anywhere near my door. Which means John dragging my body,  again. But then the next day, I still have to get to my car to go get him, and I'm probably going to pass out in my parking lot and either die from suffocation or getting run over. The ONLY thing I could try to do is apply for a handicap parking thing.

But see this meme? It's why I haven't. (This one and a few similar.) Not just the memes, but I know that people genuinely feel this way. People who aren't going to stop to read my medical ID bracelet. People who will be jealous that I have a parking space and they don't and might stab me or shoot me at 1am. (Both have happened here to others in the last 4 years. So it's a legit concern.)

So what could I say to save my life? Keep in mind, in this circumstance, I'm not going to have enough air to make a whole sentence. And I'll be too close to blacking out to type. Sarcasm or flipping people off is going to get me stabbed faster.

As someone with this view, what 5 second reply could get you to change your mind and feel merciful enough to allow me, or someone like me, to pass?

The handicapped parking might not seem like this meme. But you've never seen me at the store in the summer, laying in a  aisle, tears streaming down my face, with no idea how I'll get back to my car. I'm not brave enough to grab one of these carts because of memes like this, and a fear that I'll get my ass kicked by someone who will see me walk 5 feet or 10 feet and decide I didn't have need of these. Renee (bff) and I have had this argument when I've refused to use one and she's had to drag my broken ass to the freezer. This meme isn't about me yet, but what terrifies me is knowing that it will be. And I don't know how to protect myself from this.

I'm seriously asking your advice here. I really have no idea how else to stay safe. I'm going to suffocate or I'm going to get my ass killed by someone who can't see that I'm broken.

Visually, I look okay. Just a big fat fatty, thanks to the steroids and inactivity the doctors recommend to keep me alive a little longer. Do I get a tattoo on my forearm announcing that I'm an easy kill, so please show mercy, because I can't breathe? Would that work?

I really need to know. All input is welcome. Because I'm against a clock. The 90° heatwave hits next week. The pain is coming. I need a defense. I need help. I'm afraid. I need armor of some kind to keep me from becoming this meme.

Can you help me come up with a defensive phrase?