All the Things I Would Have Said on @Twitter if I Wasn’t Participating in the Boycott
Yesterday, there was a #TwitterBlackout in protest of the censorship Twitter intends to do. They won’t be censoring our timelines, but they will be censoring those of people in countries with stricter laws and customs than ours.
I kinda get their reasoning. These countries have strict beliefs against some of the things us Americans talk about and participate in freely. But from where I sit, an American company should not be aiding and abetting the trampling of what we consider inalienable rights in other countries. If the countries want to censor the Internet, and continue to “protect” their people from us heathens, that’s fine. But make them do it themselves. It’s neither our place, nor our responsibility, to restrict what others read or talk about. Regardless of how much money someone’s making on the medium they’re using.
From watching M’s timeline, I’m guessing it really wasn’t much of a boycott. It didn’t seem overly organized. Not many celebrities I follow mentioned participating. But we won’t really know until the media covers it. If they do.
By 2 pm, I must’ve grabbed for my iPod to tweet something mundane a hundred times. I figured there was no way I would make it through the day without tweeting if I didn’t have somewhere else to spout my vapid thoughts. So here’s what my Twitter stream would have looked like if I wasn’t boycotting them yesterday.
-@Mindcryme made me wet myself last night for the first time ever. Interesting experience. Also? Apparently I’m pee shy.
-He was going to pee on me and then make me get myself off, but just the thought made him so hard HE couldn’t pee either!
-We’re one claw down! Bash doesn’t seem to hate the nail clippers as much as I expected him to. He’s more curious than perturbed by them.
-A walk to RiteAid for cat food and Theraflu. What I wouldn’t give to stop sneezing.
-That’s two claws! At this rate, they should all be done by the end of the week. o.O
-I’ve decided to take it super slow. Hopefully, if I go at his pace, and don’t force the issue, he won’t try to eat me. His teeth hurt!
-Oh look! Someone from Albany who isn’t a sex blogger followed me. Hi there! Hope I’m not too offensive!
-Hmmm… what to do today…
-Oh my god. I’m “that girl.” The one who drops bombs on people and then retreats as quickly as possible to avoid the flying shrapnel. Ew.
-Does it count as tweeting if Hootsuite, by some miracle, happens to check my RSS feed after I post and autotweets the link?
-When we went to Disney, M took a picture of Dad and me. It makes me smile every time it pops up on our TV.
-I still can’t get over that whole “If you can take a dick, you can take a joke.” bullshit. What does that even mean?!
-Round up post written. Comments on old posts replied to. And a post on the #EdenKink forum. Productive Rayne is productive.
-Oh shit. I almost tweeted. Damn social media buttons. They’re all, “Press me, Rayne. You know you want to. Just do it!”
-Bash just let me trim all his front claws without a fight. Just wanted to smell the clippers. Awesome!
-So I tried on one of the Soft Claws to make sure they’ll fit, and he’s all, “Ooo blue claws!” I guess we’ll put them on tomorrow.
-I’d do it today, but now he’s trying to eat me. I’m not even doing anything, anymore! Delayed reaction, much? God! =D
-I just killed an elite by myself and all I got were these lousy Centaur Bracers.
-The moral of the story: Just run right through. You’re gonna be fighting either way.
-So, today I started spaghetti sauce, convinced I had everything I needed. Got most of the way through to realize I was missing half of it.
-Luckily, I had a bag of sauce in the freezer. I combined it with what I did have. Best sauce I’ve ever tasted. Some accidents rock.
So that’s me on Twitter. Normally, there would be some links I find interesting, a couple retweets of things other people find interesting and a few conversations. But I played World of Warcraft all day, so there was none of that. I won’t be offended if you don’t follow me. At least I don’t tweet about my bathroom habits, though, eh?