Up Front: Your Whining Is Important to Us
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I think that also pretty much sums up the local body consultation process.
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Sue,
i'd like to know if there is a tweet out there where somone enjoyed or found it easy flying jetstar ;)
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@Sue: I had no problems at all the two times I've tried. I still wouldn't use them in a time-critical situation, though.
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i'd like to know if there is a tweet out there where somone enjoyed or found it easy flying jetstar ;)
I definitely had the feeling that I was not so much undermining their reputation as confirming it.
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No Safeties ’10 meant being less paranoid (or ‘cautious’) and accepting any ‘friend’ or ‘follower’ except the most obvious spam.
I've also had the rather nice click moment when I realised that I don't have to justify to anyone but myself using the unfriend/unfollow-block function.
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I had a moment at lunch when a relative mentioned in passing that they follow me on Twitter. Very much a mental "Oh hell, have I been talking about anything embarassing recently?" moment.
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Sue,
well i have just had a big twitter vent. but did not name and shame as i am too nice.
but sometimes, just sometimes i think it's ok if customer service are not looking after you, unless you are a crazy loon.
which obviously nobody here is
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I had a moment at lunch when a relative mentioned in passing that they follow me on Twitter. Very much a mental "Oh hell, have I been talking about anything embarassing recently?" moment.
Hah, I had that with past colleagues who were all very keen to find out about my upcoming wedding. I was like ".....huh?". For those of you who don't follow my personal account on twitter, suffice to say it is not very work-related.
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Very much a mental "Oh hell, have I been talking about anything embarassing recently?" moment.
ohhhh yes... I tend to have this assumption that no member of my extended family or person I went to school with is competant using the internet, so I live my net-life in a consequence-free bubble. Oddly, this occasionally backfires on me.
But I'm going to continue like that anyway and tell you about the conversation I recently had with my cousin's husband, who had just started reading my book. He told me, and it was obviously both a struggle and a Big Deal for him, that he wasn't going to think any differently of me because I had tattoos. And I couldn't help thinking, "Wow. We have some interesting conversations ahead of us if THAT's a problem for you."
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I imagine that David's biding his time. He seems like a thinker when it comes these kind of projects.
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Very much a mental "Oh hell, have I been talking about anything embarassing recently?" moment.
My Twitter feed is locked, and my rule is I have to have met you in real life, or have had a long relationship with you on the internet, for you to follow me. That's mostly for work reasons, but also because Twitter has become the only place online I can still be appropriate. I'm much more open there than I am anywhere else. Sort of.
I have so much family following me on Facebook now, that my rule is "would I want my mum to see this?"
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I imagine that David's biding his time. He seems like a thinker when it comes these kind of projects.
Back when I was filling in briefly as his secretary, I checked his wall planner, and there's definitely a plot afoot.
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I have so much family following me on Facebook now, that my rule is "would I want my mum to see this?"
Which is just one reason why I'm not on facebook. This sort of thing is a stock in trade of sites like Failbooking (see here for some particularly egregious examples).
Actually, my general rule is that anyone I work with is likely to google me at some point. There's often a bit of confusion over my namesake, but eventually a surprising number of people find either my blog or twitter. I know several people who have pseudonymous "venting" blogs for precisely this reason.
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I pity you people with slightly uncommon names. I can post without a pseudonym safe in the realization that I'll be at least 200 pages down in any Google search.
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but sometimes, just sometimes i think it's ok if customer service are not looking after you, unless you are a crazy loon.
which obviously nobody here is
Memo to self: Not trying hard enough...
I have so much family following me on Facebook now, that my rule is "would I want my mum to see this?"
That's not a problem when 1) you're not on speaking terms with Mother, and, 2) the rest are well-acquainted with the "what you see is what you get, and if you can't deal don't let the door hit your arse on the way out of my life" rule.
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My twitterness has left the building, apart from one cricket post earlier this week, for obvious reasons. FB had me for a while, but now it's just photos for folk overseas, and the odd (emphasis) 80s video.
Still tossing up on the blog front. Maybe I'll get a bib first.
[Insert Basil Brush sign off here]
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2) the rest are well-acquainted with the "what you see is what you get, and if you can't deal don't let the door hit your arse on the way out of my life" rule.
My issue is more "you know I drink, but do you really need to see photos of me singing a karaoke duet of Extreme with a lampshade on my head and a cigarette in my hand"
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My issue is more "you know I drink, but do you really need to see photos of me singing a karaoke duet of Extreme with a lampshade on my head and a cigarette in my hand"
Hot shit -- I either have to meet you in the flesh or become your on-line BFF immediately. I need all the vicarious decadent nightlife I can get.
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Hot shit -- I either have to meet you in the flesh or become your on-line BFF immediately. I need all the vicarious decadent nightlife I can get.
well, you can follow me on twitter. :)
Actually I have an entire (locked) Flickr album callled Drunky McDrunkerson and Posey O'Goonbag. Dedicated to horrible photos of me and a friend that should be saved, because they are hilarious, but should never be seen by parents/employers/prospective partners.
For the record, I'm the former.
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Hot shit -- I either have to meet you in the flesh or become your on-line BFF immediately. I need all the vicarious decadent nightlife I can get.
How's your cleavage, Craig? We have a club, you see...
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Hot shit -- I either have to meet you in the flesh or become your on-line BFF immediately. I need all the vicarious decadent nightlife I can get.
I have TWICE failed to make it home to my designated bed after a night out with Megan. She is awesome.
Which is just one reason why I'm not on facebook.
Facebook is for playing word games. And linking to PA columns, because I have a number of friends who only read them that way. I can't imagine coping with having actual family on there.
A couple of people I know have written thoughtful blogs about the 'how much of myself do I put in public net-space' quandary lately, but I'll let them link to them themselves if they feel comfortable about it.
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Oh, probably coincidentally, since putting this column up, I've been invited to a gallery opening and acquired five new Twitter followers. This has included receiving an email saying "If you believe Andrew Mulligan is engaging in abusive behaviour..." which frankly is a question I don't know how to answer.
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I have TWICE failed to make it home to my designated bed after a night out with Megan. She is awesome.
Ms Hart. Do I need to frown sternly at you?
But yes. Yes I am.
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My issue is more "you know I drink, but do you really need to see photos of me singing a karaoke duet of Extreme with a lampshade on my head and a cigarette in my hand"
And that's before you even get to those photos with the policewoman on the City to Sea bridge.
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Cut-and-paste to strip out a couple of overly contexty bits - I recently posted this at my infrequently updated and increasingly friend-locked blog
So how do we negotiate these spaces which are neither completely private nor completely public? Do we have to maintain 'company manners' on every blog post and bulletin board? Must we consider the possible reactions of every one of our (quite likely hundreds of) friends and followers before we Tweet or update our status? Or can we let it all hang out?
The best analogy I can come up with are that these spaces are like the front yard of a private residence. It is probably prudent to be aware of passers-by and build fences according to one's comfort level but, ultimately, only the resident can choose (within certain bounds of law) how that space is used. Constantly worrying what the neighbours will think is a terribly stultifying way to live and hugely decreases my capacity to enjoy such spaces.
There are also considerations when looking into someone else's space. Foremost is that the front yard often tells you very little about the inside of the house - very few people put all their stuff on display out there so it's reasonable to assume that you don't have, and probably never will have, the whole of the story. Also be aware that everyone has a different network of friends and neighbours and you may be hearing parts of conversations, jokes and disputes that go back a long time. Most of what you see and hear is not specifically directed at you and just because you can see someone doesn't mean they are aware that you are watching or awaiting a response.
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