FrankHightower

There's been rallying cry lately in the furry community: "stop posting on Twitter! just f'ing stop!"   To be honest, it is unclear whether the motivation is the morally and legally questionable actions he's doing as part of the Trump government (the day I saw it, he'd put some rando to block the entrance to the department of education, which is very much not allowed) or the morally and legally questionable actions he's taking as proprietor of Twitter (on the same day, Twitter's "Grok" LLM chatbot was augmented with image generation capabilities trained on every image ever uploaded to twitter), or both, but let's just say the arguments are ...persuasive.   I'd been planning to wind down my activity on twitter ever since the twitterpocalypse (my name for the sudden literal decimation of tweet impressions in October 2023) but wasn't sure how to go about it. the first big step was using Fedica, which lets you publish the same post to several social media sites with one click; I just

“Meg, my little flower, my little bird, my little nut, Meg. What exactly happened here? I thought you were gonna [draw the comic] for the [TF drive], and here I am, kind of [TF]-less.” --Hades, Hercules (1997)   Things were going relatively well this year and then my art output fell off a cliff. I’m writing this to try to explain why.   Firstly, by now you should know I’m a teacher for my dayjob and I just changed schools. You’ve probably noticed that teachers need to be in some time before classes start to get everything set up. At my old job, this “sometime before” was “any time during the previous 2 weeks”. New job demands 3 weeks in full (meaning they check that you’re doing it in-person, work-from-home is not acceptable any of of those days).   I misread as 4.   So I show up on the day I’m supposed to start showing up, believing I have a full month and pace myself accordingly. Then, halfway through my “month” I hear “classes start next week, right?”   I’ve never felt such panic

“After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new [rules], you know what I’m craving? A little perspective.” --Anton Ego, Ratatouille   (Context for those who may be reading this in the future: 1½ years ago, Earlier this month)   The journal I wanted to write today was not about this, but I feel the need to, once again, provide a statement. I understand things are scary and confusing, and I chalk this up to two reasons: the “feedback” section of the announcement which seemed to imply “well we don’t know what’s ok and what’s not so we’re going to ban everything to be safe”, and the policy itself, so let me begin by saying what I think the new rules mean   The new rules as I understand them Minors being not allowed in mature content: Renaissance-style paintings like riffs on Raphael’s Galatea are no longer OK. Minors being not allowed in adult content: A married couple getting frisky is not OK if there’s a cradle in the room; no exceptions will be made for “but the scene takes