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I've got on Bluesky
Aug. 5th, 2023 10:04 amAnd it's... all right? My biggest issue with it is that being a new platform, people are looking to build their following, so random people will just follow you. I don't like that. At all. I also can't control which notifications I see, which means I see all these notifications for random follows and likes, whereas on Twitter I have it set up so if I don't follow you, I don't see the notification. That does make it a bit awkward because it means I do miss a lot of new follows, and I need to periodically go through and make sure I'm not blanking anyone, but most people who are following me from another platform usually let me know somehow anyway, or else I've followed them first.
One thing I will say is that as far as over-correcting, reactionary clone platforms go, I like this one a hell of a lot better than I like Pillowfort. I could not get on board with Pillowfort on the basis of its name alone, just because it felt like it was coddling and patronising. Bluesky is at least a decent name for a platform, even if the userbase is so far very much echo-chambery. Which, I can't fault that. Twitter is a fucking trash fire full of alt-right neo nazis. People need somewhere to escape that, and any platform that exists as a pushback to that is going to over-correct and get weird for a little bit.
Hell, this site did that. idk what my OG account here because I've had so many (the earliest one I can find is from 2010), but I was definitely one of the early adopters when it first launched, and I remember the atmosphere being exceptionally weird way back in the day of invite codes.
It's not the weirdness I inherently dislike, but the fact that there's no longer any online space where one can separate downtime from politics and current events. They are all on the same feed, and have been since Tumblr and Twitter became the main spaces, and for a long time I've believed that this has directly led to a lot of the problems with hobby spaces becoming so actively hostile and un-fun. Every form of creation has become activism, because every form of recreation has become politicised.
You can follow me here, if you're over there.
This week's painting is a Taskmaster panel, and one that drove me to absolute madness. I lost patience with it very early on, and I'm not pleased enough with it to offer prints or even want to list the original for sale at this point, because so much went wrong, and there's a lot of digital touching up that had to go into it. I've got this one pegged for a do-over in the future, because so much went wrong with it, and also because I need to figure out a better way to do the lines that doesn't make me lose my mind by the time I get to the end.
I've documented my whole descent into madness over on my newsletter, which goes out twice weekly. I've basically said everything that can be said about it over there, so go check that out if you want to see more about it.
This morning I've gone through my closet and pulled out all of my jeans and trousers and tried on every single pair to get rid of the ones that are comically too large, which amounted to over half of them. The ones that are just a bit loose can stay, because I still don't have much that actually fits me even after going to Goodwill. I only found two pairs of jeans there in a size remotely close to fitting me. By which I mean I found two that are good around the waist, but about six inches too long. With my new Vans arriving Monday, and my new shirts arriving in a couple of weeks, I'll actually finally have decent outfits for the first time in I have no idea how long. Because I certainly didn't before, when I was wearing a XXL and even if I could find jeans that fit, nothing looked good because I am a certified shortarse. But I have just about lost 100lbs in the last year, and half of my closet needs to go. The other half, I have been holding onto in the apparently no-so-vain hope that I would one day fit back into it. In fact, many of those things I had hoped to one day fit back into have themselves become too big, and that's creating new sits of issues now, but whatever. Next, once I get these shirts in, I need to go through the ones I've got and decide which ones I want to get rid of, and which ones I want to see if I can somehow have taken in. There's at least one I absolutely want to keep because I love it, but it's uncomfortably large and I cannot wear it in the state it's in now. But if I can get it smaller so it fits me, I want to do that, because it is my favourite shirt in the world. There's a tailor down the road, and I might take a walk down there this week and see if that's a thing they do. Hell, if it's cheap, I'll go through and pick out my favourites and have them shrink down all my favourites one at a time.
One thing I will say is that as far as over-correcting, reactionary clone platforms go, I like this one a hell of a lot better than I like Pillowfort. I could not get on board with Pillowfort on the basis of its name alone, just because it felt like it was coddling and patronising. Bluesky is at least a decent name for a platform, even if the userbase is so far very much echo-chambery. Which, I can't fault that. Twitter is a fucking trash fire full of alt-right neo nazis. People need somewhere to escape that, and any platform that exists as a pushback to that is going to over-correct and get weird for a little bit.
Hell, this site did that. idk what my OG account here because I've had so many (the earliest one I can find is from 2010), but I was definitely one of the early adopters when it first launched, and I remember the atmosphere being exceptionally weird way back in the day of invite codes.
It's not the weirdness I inherently dislike, but the fact that there's no longer any online space where one can separate downtime from politics and current events. They are all on the same feed, and have been since Tumblr and Twitter became the main spaces, and for a long time I've believed that this has directly led to a lot of the problems with hobby spaces becoming so actively hostile and un-fun. Every form of creation has become activism, because every form of recreation has become politicised.
You can follow me here, if you're over there.
This week's painting is a Taskmaster panel, and one that drove me to absolute madness. I lost patience with it very early on, and I'm not pleased enough with it to offer prints or even want to list the original for sale at this point, because so much went wrong, and there's a lot of digital touching up that had to go into it. I've got this one pegged for a do-over in the future, because so much went wrong with it, and also because I need to figure out a better way to do the lines that doesn't make me lose my mind by the time I get to the end.
I've documented my whole descent into madness over on my newsletter, which goes out twice weekly. I've basically said everything that can be said about it over there, so go check that out if you want to see more about it.
This morning I've gone through my closet and pulled out all of my jeans and trousers and tried on every single pair to get rid of the ones that are comically too large, which amounted to over half of them. The ones that are just a bit loose can stay, because I still don't have much that actually fits me even after going to Goodwill. I only found two pairs of jeans there in a size remotely close to fitting me. By which I mean I found two that are good around the waist, but about six inches too long. With my new Vans arriving Monday, and my new shirts arriving in a couple of weeks, I'll actually finally have decent outfits for the first time in I have no idea how long. Because I certainly didn't before, when I was wearing a XXL and even if I could find jeans that fit, nothing looked good because I am a certified shortarse. But I have just about lost 100lbs in the last year, and half of my closet needs to go. The other half, I have been holding onto in the apparently no-so-vain hope that I would one day fit back into it. In fact, many of those things I had hoped to one day fit back into have themselves become too big, and that's creating new sits of issues now, but whatever. Next, once I get these shirts in, I need to go through the ones I've got and decide which ones I want to get rid of, and which ones I want to see if I can somehow have taken in. There's at least one I absolutely want to keep because I love it, but it's uncomfortably large and I cannot wear it in the state it's in now. But if I can get it smaller so it fits me, I want to do that, because it is my favourite shirt in the world. There's a tailor down the road, and I might take a walk down there this week and see if that's a thing they do. Hell, if it's cheap, I'll go through and pick out my favourites and have them shrink down all my favourites one at a time.
