Finding the Missing Link
A couple of days ago I posted a scribble here.
It was a simple, inoffensive, innocuous boring scribble where I mentioned that my day had gone down the toilet.
Now I have a little system that whenever I release some of my intellectual prowess into the wild, that Twitter [bless its little cotton socks] announces the fact to the world. Quite a lot of people read that little announcement and drop by to read my wisdom of the day, thereby improving their knowledge immeasurably.
The other day however, my little automated Tweet got nobbled. For some reason that is as mysterious to me as the ways of the cuttlefish the cunts over at Google decided that my site was not to their taste and replaced every link I had ever tweeted with their own link. Sheer outright fucking vandalism.
I didn't discover this for quite a while, but when I did discover it, I also discovered that George D had also discovered it and was kindly re-tweeting the correct link. Thank you, George D – you are a scholar and a gentleman [or maybe gentlewoman? You never can tell on the Interweb these days?] and I am eternally in your debt.
I spent this morning circumventing Google [cunts!] and have set up a new system where they have less control. It was a pain in the arse as I first had to find out how the hell this site was contacting Twitter. Not easy. Then I had to disable that and find an alternative path which I then set up. And to set that up I had to o through all sorts of hoops setting up a path of communication between here and the Twitter Machine. That was a right pain in the hole, I can tell you.
The only problem is that the only way of testing it is to scribble something and post it.
And I can't think of anything to say.
Bugger!
Even when you have nothing to say, you say a lot.
The fine art of a crap novelist…..
Fuck that, Grandad. I do not, and never will, subscribe to Twitter, Farcebook or any other ways to denigrate, belittle or abuse their users. Stuff them, and don’t bother with their many links. It will all end in tears.
They say there is no such thing as bad advertising? Anyhows, they tried to silence me and that pissed me off. If I had quit the account they would have won.
Worked in advertising and PR for more than forty years. Yes, there is such a thing as bad advertising, although all too common now. But I do understand your stance. At least you appear to have the expertise to win against the nutters. Well done!
I get a surprising level of traffic from my "tweets" so while it's not my taste in "Social Meeja" I will suffer it in silence.
I am a fairly stubborn bloke [or so Herself insists on telling me] so when someone tries to thwart me I consider it a personal challenge.
And I still haven't discovered why Google banned my links…….