You can find me back on Twitter. I figured that this would happen. I had no faith in anyone involved in this project (save for Paul, who is nice, and whom I wish succeeds in all of their ventures); but, quite frankly, the writing’s on the wall. The dead walk again; we cannot wait.
This never worked.
I experimented with this for a year. Granted, most of the year, I wasn’t even at home. But, I still tried.
Most of what Bluesky was, was a failure.
The statistics are clear. The thing recently plateau’d at about 700,000 daily posters (and I’m being generous); the amount of people following each other per day has been slashed from 400,000 to slightly under 300,000, suggesting maturation, saturation, or just stagnation; and the post levels are just plain stagnant, following a strict and insurmountable week format, wherein people post most during the weekdays and least during the weekends. Which, while to be expected, has produced a most-brutal ‘ghost town’ effect that has been orders of magnitude worse than Twitter’s.
Twitter used to feel ‘dead’ to me. And it is— compared to its heydey, it’s actually quite ‘dead’.
But Bluesky is even deader.
There are problems here.
I don’t know why a trans person would support (or willfully engage with; be near; follow; enable, or otherwise acknowledge the presence of) a transphobe. Furthermore, I have no idea why they would rhetorically, metaphorically ‘die on the hill’ of keeping them on their platform. I mean, I ‘get’ it— the old, ‘I would defend your right to free speech to the death,’ routine, that’s absolute fucking bullshit and doesn’t work in reality. But if you were going to do that, why would you make a platform that’s supposed to replace Twitter? Why not just use Twitter and try to integrate the changes that you were trying to make, into Twitter, if you don’t give a shit about working alongside or being near bad people?
Bluesky seems to be an exercise in futility. Initially, the idea of self-verifying (a la Pinterest) seemed quite fetching. It’s always been my preferred form of verification. Unfortunately, in some effort to be more like Twitter (always a mistake), the decision was made to start issuing Verification Checkmarks. And I think that’s where the entire thing started to go south.
Despite what anyone might tell you— or, rather, try to convince you of— a Verification Checkmark is some indication that the person’s presence is accepted on the platform. This we can easily prove because it can be removed if the person misbehaves. Thus it can be posited that the presence of the mark indicates, at the very fucking least, that the person’s improprieties that would rob them of the mark have not yet been noticed. But still, the very fact that they’ve been sneetched in this very fashion denotes that, yes, somebody looked over their account, nodded their head yeah, and bestowed upon them some form of official acceptance. Legally, an endorsement is something very specific. Colloquially, generally, I would say that a Verification Checkmark, if it’s given through an official capacity, would be some form of endorsement— and I use that word in the loosest, least-sue-able way.
Besides that, today, I woke up to some dipshit trying to concern-troll me in a way I’d only ever seen on Twitter.
No. Nope. No way in Hell. Fuck this place— it’s got a userbase nearly 3 orders of magnitude smaller than fucking Twitter. I’m not getting my ears boxed by some dipshit who cannot even give me the illusion of being famous on the fucking Internet.
Utility
The only utility of this place was to talk to one specific friend. This one specific friend recently got their Twitter account back, making Bluesky fucking useless to me.
I’ll be keeping it for two others, because one has since deleted their Twitter account, and the other has locked it, probably never to use it again.
But that’s the fucking problem. We have Discord. We have had each other added on Discord for over a decade now.
What the fuck would I use this shitty fucking website for?
Diaspora
Currently, as of this writing (which shall not be updated— I don’t like any of you on the -Sky’s that much), there are several projects that people are migrating to. Since the protocol doesn’t work well enough, people’s posts are not being propagated between the servers, which is going to lead to people walling themselves off from each other even more than they already are.
One project seems to be a self-segregation attempt to keep out people of certain skin colors. Seeing as I’ve lived a life where my skin color was never the right one, despite basically having the entire ancestry of humanity coursing through my veins, that very plainly disgusts me. Oh, but don’t worry!— you’re free to join other instances hosted by the same people, if you are not of the ‘right’ skin color. (Ugh, fuck this noise.)
Another one seeks to self-segregate people based on sexual orientation and gender identity. Which, quite frankly, is just going to be a constant Internet fight, judging by the tone of the people interested in joining it.
There’s no hope, here. Originally, the idea was that people would do this— but not adversarially. This unnecessary aggression towards one another is going to result in the same thing that made Mastodon virtually unusable.
I don’t want to fix it.
Somehow, Elon Musk won.
Which is amazing, really. It is a dark fucking miracle, and I don’t like it; but I must admit that Twitter, somehow, like Luigi, has won by doing nothing.
I don’t use social media much, these days, to begin with. And I tend to use it just to vent, which is increasingly becoming something I am shying away from.
I guess this is it, Luigi.
We didn’t have a good run, but I am going to be re-purposing my Bluesky domain name for something more-interesting than that barrel of cunts.
Later.