Anyways, despite my having been a user since 2008, twitter is not convinced I'm a real person, so you'll never see this tweet, but if you're wondering where I went: it's not here any more
Just this endless stream of algorithmically approved vitriol aimed at The Fascists I Should Hate, no nuance, big friendly images, just a bunch of loud noisy pandering intended to appease my liberal sensibilities, and I thought "god, this well and truly sucks", and I turned it off
One of the things I found magical about mastodon and the fediverse was how shitty and rudimentary it was. It didn't make me mad. Nothing was outrageous. My posts didn't get a lot of engagement. It was mostly boring people sharing pictures of their dinner.
Then I started a BlueSky account, and it was just... just Twitter again. It had more extreme nacho flavor than a peasant in the 1400s would get in his whole lifetime.
it's the first time I've made a new one of these lectures in almost a decade, a 10 minute short to talk about the Inner Platform effect
https://t.co/XPGCOwGyHU
twitter: remember when you were on a social network that incentivized brutally dunking on the dumbest motherfucker on the whole internet, which itself incentivized BEING the dumbest motherfucker on the whole internet, we still have that, look at this idiot
mastodon: i made a pie
mastodon: further update on my retro pixel-art game I've been working on since 2008, the inventory system is half complete
bluesky: here's an charming cross-stitch with an uplifting quote about how I think the world is literally ending
twitter: Upgrade to Premium+ to write l-
mastodon: rust, pixel art, pictures of people's food, newsbots
bluesky: literally just wall to wall cope memes, "join the conversation" (pass), pictures of cats
twitter: AI shitposts, dregs, a few people who I legitimately miss
Let's imagine that in order to participate in a raffle, you first need to construct an entire 3-story house from the ground up including plumbing, electrical, and finishing work, entirely in your spare time.
This must be because you are weak, because you're too dumb and slow and incompetent to finish lots of spare-time houses, like you imagine other people are doing constantly. That is the only possible explanation.