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Disconnection.

I got rid of my phone, and took a break from most of my social networking last month. I’ve found that, for the most part, it’s been actually quite enjoyable. No phone calls and texts to answer, no hassles (such as having to upload photos immediately), no organising and reorganising my life around events on Facebook, and, most importantly, not having to check constantly that something’s changed in my online world. Even the feeling of wanting to share bits of my life online as they happen has completely disappeared. I’m no longer reliant on my phone, and I’m actually doing more productive things with my time, such as reading books I never had the time to pick up before, or knitting.

I miss the people I talk to, though. I learn so much from my online contacts, just from the links they share with me, and I long to have short debates within the constraints of 140 characters again. Also, I haven’t talked to the majority of my friends properly since the beginning of October. The one person I’ve kept in my contacts is never online, and when they are, I quickly run out of things to say/have to be somewhere else. There are so many things I want to talk about, but I can’t. And I don’t feel as comfortable as I should on this blog.

I think I’ve finally realised that all this social networking business isn’t as fun as I thought it was – it’s tiring, and I’m so much happier without it. The sad thing is, now everyone’s a part of it. If I want to have any contact with friends, I’m going to have to go back to it eventually.

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Goodbye, Vox.

In early 2006, I heard about a new blogging service called Vox. Although I already had a semi-permanent blog, I was drawn to Vox’s communities, and ability to upload all sorts of different media (for this was before YouTube dominated everything). I begged whoever I could for an invite, and was overjoyed when it arrived in my inbox.

For a while, it was my main blog. I absolutely adored the people there (with none of the snobbiness of its then sister site, LiveJournal). I loved the feeling of being part of a community, but without feeling like I had to live up to some ideal, and learnt to connect with people through simple things like songs I liked, and videos I found interesting.

Eventually, though, I began to pine for WordPress again. Vox’s customisation options weren’t exactly brilliant, and you could only edit the header. Commenting was restricted only to Vox members. Advertising increased. The WYSIWYG editor kept failing more and more. And, to top it all off, my friends, who made up about 99% of the reason why I posted on Vox, started moving away from it too. Thus, this blog was born.

Although it’s not 2006 any more, and many of the people I knew on there have moved onto bigger and better things, I’ll always think of it with fond memories. Some of the Voxers that made my time there so great include Lizzie, Cathy, MadelineKe and Denise (RIP). Hopefully I’ll manage to stay in touch with some of them in some form, but if circumstances mean that we can’t, then thank you for making my last four years so fantastic.

This will be my last crossposted post to Vox, and my last post ever on there – they stop accepting new posts today. See you on the flipside!

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Song lyrics as status updates.

In another edition of Things Rammi Doesn’t Understand, I present to you my puzzlement over people who post song lyrics as status updates.

I get it. You’ve had a really rough day/are completely in love with your new date/just want to share something with everyone on a social networking website. But instead of getting on the computer and typing, “I’m feeling really crap and need a hug/I love this person so so much and they’re a really good shag too/I just took a really large shit but it won’t flush,” you post an obscure lyric from a song that “really means something to you” (excuse me while I barf).

The confused friend who reads said status update which contains “what happened to my heroes, they seemed to disappear / the idols keep on singing, but they don’t sound sincere” is then left to figure out why the other person has posted that. Are they depressed? Do they want to be left alone? Should you call them and make sure they’re all right? Or are they just in the mood for funky rhyme?

Mmm, funky rhyme.

The sane thing to do would be to ignore it, right? The problem is, some of my friends need guidance away from sharp objects making contact with their skin, and other fun matters. So if you don’t talk to them when they’re feeling down, aforementioned sharp object will make contact, and/or certain medicinal products will be ingested in large amounts.

Guys, when you post song lyrics, bear in mind that the song may not actually mean what you think it means. “Your song” might actually be about the songwriter masturbating.

If you really need to share your feelings via a song lyric, please consider posting something obvious to your friends. It will cause them to facepalm less, and will more easily attract hugs/”Awwh!” comments/constipation remedies from them.

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Facebook and reconnections

Note: If you want to add me on Facebook, go to http://facebook.com/Rammi

I have two accounts on Facebook. One for the people I actually talk to and online friends, and another for the people I know in real life but don’t really speak to (you know, the people who add me because they worked with/went to school with me once upon a time).
Facebook has a “feature” whereby they randomly tell you to reconnect with people you haven’t recently talked to on there. It fails to account for the reasons why you don’t talk to them, however. I keep on being asked to say hello to Hedwig Potter. I really don’t want to talk to a dead owl, if you don’t mind.

Recently, it’s been bugging me to talk to this person:

Um, I appreciate the help, Facebook, but I need to talk less to myself, not more.

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What Plurk has Taught Me: Part 2

This post should really be titled, “Things I’ve found that irritate me on Plurk,” but I digress. It’s really been a learning curve these last few weeks, learning good and bad plurkiquette / petiquette / pletiquette / I-can’t-be-bothered-to-make-up-a-word-that’s-about-Plurk-etiquette. :)

Plurk. The good, the bad, and the Shrek-style ugly

Please note that if I singled out one of your plurks as an example of ‘bad Plurking etiquette’, I’m not trying to be mean. It’s just one of the things that I find really annoying/one of the plurks my anonymous researcher came across. :-P However, if you do feel offended by anything in this post, feel free to block me/remove me from your friends list/write several plurks about what a mean bitch I am. If you’re that sort of a person, I wouldn’t want you in my friends list anyway. :-D

Before we start, you should know that I like to keep my timeline interesting. Whether that involves getting song lyrics stuck into my head,sharing cool food combinations or repeatedly posting bad jokes, I’m all for it.

What I find irritating is people using Plurk as a replacement for IM. I find Plurk is a cross between a chatroom and a message board, but it doesn’t mean it has to be a place to act like you’re mid-conversation with people, and someone will care if you vanish. Neither is it your mental action planner. [@Copyrite's and @loquacious's words, because I was going to say something a lot more explicit.] :s_dance:

Here’s the deal. I don’t give a damn if you ‘BRB’, ‘BBL’ or ‘G2G’. If you’re going to vanish, at least do it in an interesting manner, and give details of where you’re going, or why. No, I don’t want to stalk you, but surely this plurk makes you want to reply more than this, this, this, this or this?
Also, while we’re at it, unless you’re gonna give us a webcam show of it, nobody wants to know you’re in the shower. -.- [Once again, @loquacious's words.]

If you are close enough to someone to care about when they come and go, there’s software for this sort of thing. It’s called MSN/AIM/YIM/IRC/Jabber/Google Talk/etc. You could also separate people the people who actually care out into cliques and private plurk them.

Learn how to use these options, instead of spamming up my timeline.

I’ve also learnt is that some teen plurkers can be really irritating. I know I wrote a blog post on Why Age Shouldn’t Matter a while ago, and I know I’m generalising now and completely contradicting everything I said in that blog post, but how can I (and other people) not, when we meet such idiots on the web? I see why people are reluctant to be friends with people of my age, because sadly, most of us are still immature dicks.

Some of the people I’ve ‘met’ – and you’ll know who you are – seem incapable of typing a sentence without tildes. Yeah, once in a while is OK, but would it kill to put a full stop? Can you not type the word ‘drama’ without it turning into ‘dramz ~’?
They also have this strange lovefest going on with things that they own/make. Whenever someone posts something that they’ve made, and ask for opinions, whatever they’ve made will never be 100% perfect. No one can do that. Instead of being given constructive criticsm, however, their plurks turn into an “OMGz, this is awesome!” and an “I love this so so so so so much!” thing.
When I, or another person, don’t say “this is amazing”, and actually give some suggestions as to how it could be improved, we get attacked, until I cease to care in the end. I know what I do isn’t perfect, and I’d love the chance to be able to improve. In the long run, I won’t learn with people blatantly lying to me about how good something is. These people rally around and attack someone who may have a different opinion to them, and it’s just disgustingly childish.

@loquacious would also like to add that another major annoyance about plurkers that gets her is the fact that some find it absolutely necessary to post lolcat pictures (not including the official icanhazcheeseburger account), xkcd and Kris Wilson comics, because, yanno, we couldn’t possibly ever type in the URL and check it out ourselves, could we? No, absolutely not. For God’s sake people, just stop spamming up our timelines with images we could see for ourselves if we wanted to, okay? It’s also a good idea to read a plurk properly before responding, because if you don’t, you end up looking stupid. :-)

Last of all, what would a Plurk learning/ranting post be without a comment about karma? Some care about it, some don’t. For those that do care, however, please stop doing your stupid little karma maintenance plurks. Karma only goes down every 12 hours now anyway, so your plurks are pointless.

Before I go, please remember that I still love Plurk. It’s just some people that are making it hard for me to enjoy it as much as I used to. :s_annoyed:

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