16
Apr
2024

That was a fun ride for everyone that was involved.

categories: personal; word count: 215 words

Several months ago, my content creation drew the attention of a “seed investor” as I liked to call him.

He was willing to pay to have my account Verified in exchange for regular access to internal metrics, which I had no problems at all providing him. Some weeks, and some months, these metrics would be a bit more… amusing than others, but it was what it was. At any rate, getting back to the original topic of conversation: the fact that this individual chose to walk away from Twitter as a website, as a whole, because of longstanding issues that their Support has had that they have continued to refuse to fix. And to be serious for a second, they are issues that I completely agree with him having and him raising. He didn’t like the fact that the site was being taken in, and he wasn’t comfortable with the direction that Support and security were being taken in themselves, so I can completely understand his reluctance to continue to put time and resources into the site. I think I’ve mentioned my association with him on here before in a few posts, but I’m not even going to miss… not having a Support account any longer if any of you get what I’m saying here.

13
Apr
2024

As expected, I am continuing to heal from this.

categories: personal; word count: 216 words

Dying at age thirty-seven is something that I would not wish on anyone.

Having to be shocked back to life at age thirty-eight is not something that I would wish on anyone.

But here it is, here it’s happened, and here we are, I guess… except I was the one who lived.

Although I am and continue to be exceedingly thankful to have been given this second chance to start with (my oldest son’s father was not, as his injuries were almost immediately incompatible with life, and I was fortunate enough to be able to access the medical care that put me in the trauma bay of the local hospital when the worst of all of this began to happen), it continues to be exceedingly uncomfortable to me who isn’t here because they died at age thirty-seven. His family wanted so much for him to get help for his drug addictions and mental illness, and they could only do so much for him, especially in the end of all of it when they couldn’t do anything at all other than to find out that he had indeed actually, accidentally, perished.

I have to learn to think of living in a world that doesn’t have him in it since it will never have him in it again.

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