Last week, Facebook was chiding me that I posted less.
This week and eight videos later, Facebook isn't saying anything.
They're especially not pointing out that my videos received next to no views.
Unalive the algorithm.
Last week, Facebook was chiding me that I posted less.
This week and eight videos later, Facebook isn't saying anything.
They're especially not pointing out that my videos received next to no views.
Unalive the algorithm.
Jesus f--king f--k. Why is The Face That Is the Space blocking my post for James Van Looy's poem column It's All One Thing today and making it less noticeable. I have guesses.
Sometimes I'll just want to post on Facebook, "Will you f--kers stop smelling your farts with this 365 poem-a-day blog thing? "
I stop myself, but the temptation grows greater every year.
Below are four illustrations David House created for my Stone's Throw call for submissions (I ended up using the third one.
Can all the people from my high school who were cooler than me stop embarrassing themselves for five minutes? You're throwing away credibility I never possessed!
"Dry clean only?!? Fuck's sake..."
Less than twelve hours in, and I've already re-answered my question, Why has self-appointed Social Media Grammar Police Chief never published anything outside their Facebook safe space?
Someone from my high school class just tried to friend me on Facebook.
Checked out their profile.
Another disappointing Gen Xer who's a pro-life Trump supporter.
Deleting the request.Sparing me a lot of friend.
This isn't my first social media rodeo.
Flashback photos from Facebook remind me of when I used to be funnier.
It's depressing sometimes.
When I announced I had a poem accepted for a publication, I received almost a hundred likes on Facebook.
The publication is coming out later this morning.
If even a tenth of that number end up reading it, I'll be happy.