Though sometimes I gotta say it can be more like Twitter-Rage.
It's been a pretty busy two months, not only at real work but also in my part-time job helping out at the market. Since the fledgling art market has been doing relatively well since its inception earlier this year, there have been more calls to do it ever more often, ever more loaded etc.
The bigger, better, badder sequel as it may be.
Apparently that also involves getting more hands-on with the market details itself, along with handling the various social media that goes along with the entire programme. Which I find myself gradually drifting into since the other crew members are either too detached, too unavailable or too impassioned. We don't do things in halves over here.
So yes, I have been on social media almost 24/7 lately on all possible platforms from the ever-superficially hipster Instagram to the more staid, traditional socmed of Facebook.
And yes, also Twitter and Snapchat as well.
Feeling almost millennial. Or even post-millennial sometimes. Despite feeling the urge to lash out most unhipster-like at some of the more exasperating comments asking repeatedly about something that I've just mentioned earlier. Seriously, scroll up people - or read the carefully worded advertisements rather than just look mindlessly at the pretty pictures.
Yeah I do think it would be a lil too scathing for the easily bruised strawberries these days. Terribly mean some of them can be but they don't take the same insults well.
Think many have detailed the different personalities that wander into these altogether disparate platforms and I have to agree wholeheartedly. Whereas I've always been a steadfast advocate of the written word - hence my loyal presence here on the blogs - I do admit feeling a certain on-off appreciation for the brusque 180 maximum tweet.
Short and sweet usually, keeping one's thoughts of the day to the barest minimum. Basically a twitter haiku detailing the experiences we have that very day, as compared to the longer treatise required for a blog.
Though of course having something so succinct does give license to some excruciating pellets of foolishness on an hourly basis; mostly without the deeper thought required to expound on a controversial subject into several paragraphs such as on a blog. Takes seconds to type out the nastiest comments in response to almost any subject possible - and with the relative anonymity of the internet - the infamous internet trolls use that much to their advantage fearing no reprisal.
Well apart from the near-immediate return volleys from other retweets and such.
Maybe it's me or was the blogosphere a much more civilized arena?
It's been a pretty busy two months, not only at real work but also in my part-time job helping out at the market. Since the fledgling art market has been doing relatively well since its inception earlier this year, there have been more calls to do it ever more often, ever more loaded etc.
The bigger, better, badder sequel as it may be.
Apparently that also involves getting more hands-on with the market details itself, along with handling the various social media that goes along with the entire programme. Which I find myself gradually drifting into since the other crew members are either too detached, too unavailable or too impassioned. We don't do things in halves over here.
So yes, I have been on social media almost 24/7 lately on all possible platforms from the ever-superficially hipster Instagram to the more staid, traditional socmed of Facebook.
And yes, also Twitter and Snapchat as well.
Feeling almost millennial. Or even post-millennial sometimes. Despite feeling the urge to lash out most unhipster-like at some of the more exasperating comments asking repeatedly about something that I've just mentioned earlier. Seriously, scroll up people - or read the carefully worded advertisements rather than just look mindlessly at the pretty pictures.
Yeah I do think it would be a lil too scathing for the easily bruised strawberries these days. Terribly mean some of them can be but they don't take the same insults well.
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| Oh man, how long can I keep a virtual smile on with all these irritating questions! |
Think many have detailed the different personalities that wander into these altogether disparate platforms and I have to agree wholeheartedly. Whereas I've always been a steadfast advocate of the written word - hence my loyal presence here on the blogs - I do admit feeling a certain on-off appreciation for the brusque 180 maximum tweet.
Short and sweet usually, keeping one's thoughts of the day to the barest minimum. Basically a twitter haiku detailing the experiences we have that very day, as compared to the longer treatise required for a blog.
Though of course having something so succinct does give license to some excruciating pellets of foolishness on an hourly basis; mostly without the deeper thought required to expound on a controversial subject into several paragraphs such as on a blog. Takes seconds to type out the nastiest comments in response to almost any subject possible - and with the relative anonymity of the internet - the infamous internet trolls use that much to their advantage fearing no reprisal.
Well apart from the near-immediate return volleys from other retweets and such.
Maybe it's me or was the blogosphere a much more civilized arena?
