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All my usual Twitter apps on my phone and computer stopped working three or four days ago- no doubt part of Elon Musk’s grand plan to make billions from his investment in Twitter. I liked Echofon on my phone and Tweetbot on the computer, as they give me pretty much everything I want (except you can’t view threads easily and some attachments or take part in polls on Echofon and occasionally I don’t seem to see all my replies - actually it’s shit) and I’ve got used to viewing things this way and too not having extra ads. Now I’ve been using the Twitter app on the phone, which is much too complicated and doesn’t show things how I like and has ads and Tweetdeck on the computer, but only in the browser as the app stopped working a few months back. That’s still the best way to do things, but it’s not really practical to use on the phone and I have got used to having instant access to Twitter at all times and check it fifteen times a minute.
BUT even though I have had a few days of this Musky nightmare, every time I go on my phone I click the Echofon app and when I am on my computer I click the Tweetbot app. Every time. I have to force quit the Tweetbot app and yet I am so accustomed to using it that I often immediately click it again. I just did it a second ago. Even though I am writing about doing it. It’s absolutely instinctive. It’s actually quite scary. Like I am a monkey in a cage who has been taught to get a reward every time it clicks a button and it’s worked for so long that it keeps clicking it even when no reward comes along.
We’re in the Matrix guys. But it’s quite a boring Matrix.
I hope they sort out the apps soon so I can be out of this Hell.
I just did it again.
I thought I was pretty good at keeping all documents and never throwing anything away. I have boxes of old receipts and credit card and utility bills that certainly go as far back as the last millennium. Every now and again I think I should chuck some of it away, but then I think that there might be something important in there. So best leave it til I die so someone else can just chuck it all in a skip. But today I needed to find some documents from eleven years ago, quite important ones that you’d think I would have set aside before any electric bill from the era, but a trawl through boxes and emails only found one of the documents I required, with about three or four all having vanished, or never having been kept. Did I put them somewhere super special? No, I don’t think so. They are, in all likelihood, just gone.
It’s not a huge problem - someone will be able to find the necessary copies somewhere, but what am I doing hoarding all this stuff if I don’t even have the ones that might possibly turn out to be useful one day? It’s not like my records are a mess. All the various bits and pieces are in their own folders or envelopes and not mixed together, and you’d think I’d have made special efforts to preserve anything that might be important. But I just preserved everything else, terrified to throw it away in case it was needed later. Maybe I hoped that one day all my credit card bills would be displayed in the museum dedicated to my life up Cheddar Gorge, but not only has no one yet requested them, little or no movement has been made to establishing such a premises. Still the joke will be on everyone who thinks I am an idiot, when I become as famous as Elvis and my bill from Thames Water from 2004 is worth three times what you’d expect it to be. Mind you, I have probably devalued all this stuff from future fame value by keeping all of it. No one is going to pay for something so plentiful.
