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My Space My Rules
Jan. 18th, 2016 09:42 amOn the health front, not perfect but better than yesterday. Currently the cough is only really showing up in the afternoon/evening but the periods between coughing fits is getting longer so on the mend. I will be happy once my tongue heals.
We got our first snow of any significance yesterday. If this is the way our winter storms are going to be, I can deal with that. However we might have another storm next weekend with more snow or we could get nothing. I am also fine with snow on weekends so it doesn’t play havoc with Caroline’s school schedule.
Back to the topic on my mind which happened because of a couple of things that came out over the week.
I have a Tumblr account and I know many of the people on there are younger. Not as young as Federator, but still on the young side. Sort of what Facebook use to look like back in the beginning of time. I use the account to post puppet photos and keep up with a number of fandoms that seem to thrive on Tumblr. My account is Puppetmaker40 for the general stuff and Puppetmaker52 for my way back machine of puppets I have made.
A couple of people passed away last week that had an impact on people for various reasons including the suddenness of the passing for us. I have a feeling that the families had been bracing themselves for that day for a while but that was their story to tell not mine.
On one of the Tumblr logs, someone expressed how they were dealing with the death of a person of significance to them that they never met but had helped them through some hard times. They had created some art to express their feelings and a crafty friend made them a bracelet with the name of the deceased and the quote that meant some thing to the person. They were expressing their grief.
Then comes along someone else who posts that they, the Tumblr person, never met the famous person. The famous person didn’t know that they existed so they needed to stop being so maudlin about this person and stop being such a downer. Go back to making happy art and don’t make me sad was the message.
The person in mourning did not cross post what she was saying. She put all the tags for trigger warnings so if one didn’t want to see it, it could be filtered easily out of their feed. This was their space to express themselves, which they do by giving us some splendid art that makes one smile. It is also their space to express anything else they care to express.
And this was not the only incident I saw of this behavior this week.
My web logs and other pieces of my social media footprint are my space to a point. Whoever is hosting the place I have these do have rules and the like that must be followed but for the most part I have autonomy in those places.
I write here what I want to write or what I want to show you the reader. You the reader have a choice to read or look or not to do so.
This is my space and I will express myself as I want to. Don’t like it? Well there are plenty of other web logs to read out there. I am one of millions. Of course then you miss out on some pretty neat stuff but that’s your loss not mine.
I first started writing a web log to keep my parents and family informed about my life and that of my family. Friends found it and found that it was a good way to keep up with me since the info dumps could be long at times. Other people found me one way or another and have enjoyed reading what I write so they keep up with things. I have even made new friends with people through my web log.
Since then I have refined what I say a bit. I did take down some earlier things that really didn’t need to be out there. I have worked my way through various quagmires of social media and gotten to the point I am at now.
But again this is my space. I decide which comments will stand. Compliments to those who do comment, I have only had to delete less than a dozen comments over what will be 12 years tomorrow so that’s less than a comment a year.
Yikes, it will be 12 years tomorrow since I first posted my first blog entry. Caroline was one when I started it.
I plan to continue to write about my life and what’s on my mind. I plan to continue crafty Tuesday and the other set topics I have. I don’t plan on censoring myself or limited myself to topics people like.
My Space My Rules which boil down to be polite to me and the other commenters. You can disagree with me but personal attacks are not allowed. I don’t discuss politics or religion often for good reasons.
I am grateful that most commenters are supportive of those people who put themselves out there on the net.
We got our first snow of any significance yesterday. If this is the way our winter storms are going to be, I can deal with that. However we might have another storm next weekend with more snow or we could get nothing. I am also fine with snow on weekends so it doesn’t play havoc with Caroline’s school schedule.
Back to the topic on my mind which happened because of a couple of things that came out over the week.
I have a Tumblr account and I know many of the people on there are younger. Not as young as Federator, but still on the young side. Sort of what Facebook use to look like back in the beginning of time. I use the account to post puppet photos and keep up with a number of fandoms that seem to thrive on Tumblr. My account is Puppetmaker40 for the general stuff and Puppetmaker52 for my way back machine of puppets I have made.
A couple of people passed away last week that had an impact on people for various reasons including the suddenness of the passing for us. I have a feeling that the families had been bracing themselves for that day for a while but that was their story to tell not mine.
On one of the Tumblr logs, someone expressed how they were dealing with the death of a person of significance to them that they never met but had helped them through some hard times. They had created some art to express their feelings and a crafty friend made them a bracelet with the name of the deceased and the quote that meant some thing to the person. They were expressing their grief.
Then comes along someone else who posts that they, the Tumblr person, never met the famous person. The famous person didn’t know that they existed so they needed to stop being so maudlin about this person and stop being such a downer. Go back to making happy art and don’t make me sad was the message.
The person in mourning did not cross post what she was saying. She put all the tags for trigger warnings so if one didn’t want to see it, it could be filtered easily out of their feed. This was their space to express themselves, which they do by giving us some splendid art that makes one smile. It is also their space to express anything else they care to express.
And this was not the only incident I saw of this behavior this week.
My web logs and other pieces of my social media footprint are my space to a point. Whoever is hosting the place I have these do have rules and the like that must be followed but for the most part I have autonomy in those places.
I write here what I want to write or what I want to show you the reader. You the reader have a choice to read or look or not to do so.
This is my space and I will express myself as I want to. Don’t like it? Well there are plenty of other web logs to read out there. I am one of millions. Of course then you miss out on some pretty neat stuff but that’s your loss not mine.
I first started writing a web log to keep my parents and family informed about my life and that of my family. Friends found it and found that it was a good way to keep up with me since the info dumps could be long at times. Other people found me one way or another and have enjoyed reading what I write so they keep up with things. I have even made new friends with people through my web log.
Since then I have refined what I say a bit. I did take down some earlier things that really didn’t need to be out there. I have worked my way through various quagmires of social media and gotten to the point I am at now.
But again this is my space. I decide which comments will stand. Compliments to those who do comment, I have only had to delete less than a dozen comments over what will be 12 years tomorrow so that’s less than a comment a year.
Yikes, it will be 12 years tomorrow since I first posted my first blog entry. Caroline was one when I started it.
I plan to continue to write about my life and what’s on my mind. I plan to continue crafty Tuesday and the other set topics I have. I don’t plan on censoring myself or limited myself to topics people like.
My Space My Rules which boil down to be polite to me and the other commenters. You can disagree with me but personal attacks are not allowed. I don’t discuss politics or religion often for good reasons.
I am grateful that most commenters are supportive of those people who put themselves out there on the net.
