Remember Room 101? What a great show that was, until they turned it into Another Fucking Panel Show. We canāt really trade under that name. First, the format might be copyrighted. Second, OāBrien might be in there, waiting, saying āweāve been expecting you, papā. Itās not a road I want to travel, but I do fancy something quite like it.
Many of us use various forms of social media. Some aspects of certain platforms are annoying. That āBe Like Billā thing became āBe Fucking Boring Repetitive Bollocksā quite quickly. My actual starter for ten is Bitstrips.
Twatter. Pointless unless you are one of those dicks who actually gives a shit about how many followers you or anyone else has. Celebs love it. Sums it up. Celebs can go fuck themselves. That is all.
Iām going to rubbish a previous point a bit; with a purpose. I am already the Sideshow Bob of this thread. I have used the medium to decry the medium. Hereās the real revelation. I had tremendous fun doing it. Bitstrip is actually a very fun thing to use.
While I claim no comic genius for the above 120 second work of art, the sad fact is that itās a million times better than most Bitstrip shit you will ever see on Facebook. And make no mistake; that is a very sad fact.
The reason Iām willing to puncture my own point is because I wanted to make the distinction between tech and application. Bitstrip is a great tool when anyone approaches it with a decent application in mind. The problem is most donāt; itās merely an enabler to spout their usual bollocks in a way that appears marginally more creative. I am not fooled.
I think the same applies to Twitter. My personal account is political and personal stuff. Sotonians is football-related taking the piss stuff, and trying to build awareness of us, basically. Iāve got other accounts for stuff thatād bore the arse off of non-technical people. People approach social media from different angles. Twitter can be useful. It can also be wilfully misused. One of the remarkable things about this nascent medium is that weāve all got it into context so quickly after introduction.
Most of the time, itās just Twitter, FFS. Sometimes, itās genuinely useful and I am glad we have it.
There is plenty within it that I think we can collectively agree is distasteful, though.
I disagree, itās all about how you use Twitter. For instance, I use it to keep up with news and sports, which it is excellent to use as a one stop shop.
Twitter is by far the best thing out there. Itās not about self promotion and baby photos which is probably why it is failing.
Twitter is what you make it as it is down to who you follow. For example yesterday some knob who should stick to Facebook was desperate to get a retweet from Eddie Hearn so tweeted his receipt for the next Joshua fight along with his full address and telephone number. Some of the stuff that followed had me actually laughing out loud, not Internet loling or even whatsapp but actually laughing. That hasnāt happened online since MLG posted on the Jonus bros forum or when me and bear got excilled to that serious saints forum, registered as each other and went to war.
Respect your choice but amazingly I manage to keep up with news and sports without any great effort, despite not using Twatter. Indeed in some small way I keep up with Twatter itself, such is the desire of other media outlets to share certain great tweets with us. Example, MOTD, which shares some of the brilliant insights of players post match: āGreat result, thats for the fans, thanks for your supportā.
Iāve defended Twitter to the hilt since joining in early 2009. Found it useful from day one but am becoming increasingly disillusioned, despite the frequent virtual pats on the head in terms of retweets/favourites. Twitter was its best around the time of our rise up the leagues; good memories.
Now I often self-moderate to the point of not bothering to tweet much, or catch myself mid-sentence, ponder āwhy?ā and delete the inanity I was about to broadcast. Looking back through my recent timeline makes me chuckle as half of it was more likely lobbed up out of a sense of obligation rather than a genuine desire to share.
Sāquite liberating to realise that nobody really cares about your dumb opinions - or that if they do, they really shouldnāt.
