FACEBOOK has changed - again.
I went in at some point early in the week and discovered this. Everything was hours old. After pecking around, I realized I had to hit Live Feed, which refreshed the page, and then I was able to view all posts in real time. Talk about a long list…if one of my FB friends breathed – it was on there. Who they friended, when they friended them, and who their friends were – it’s all there. No offense, Facebook, but I don’t need all that information. Basically, I stop by to see who’s being interviewed and where, and make a few comments. Well, maybe there wasn’t that much information, but it was far too much, or at least it looked like it. Oh well, I guess, like the last change, I’ll adjust. Meanwhile, this week, some other new things were presented to me. Here’s a small sample of my Thursday:
Question: what in hell is Tiny Chat? Who came up with this awful, awful idea? I mean, I have big chats, why do I need Tiny Chat? Anyway, I tried to log in to visit with some fellow authors for a Tiny Chat and it was hellacious!!
First, it asked me to login with Twitter or Facebook. So I chose them thinking at least I won’t need another password (I can’t remember the ones I have!) I was unceremoniously dumped into a room with people I had no idea about. There was ‘a’, yes, simply ‘a’ and best of all there was jamaica star, his picture even flashed up. Well, I suppose it was his picture, could have been Dracula for all I know. Okay, I know Dracula and it wasn’t him. Anyway, jamaica proceeds to ask for my star. Now, why there was a star by my name is unbeknownst to be, but there was a gold star in front of my login name. I explained I was in the wrong room and exited quickly.
My life will never be the same!
I returned to Facebook and there it was: “Purpleprose has entered Tiny Chat room.” It was splashed across the front page twice. Yikes! I’m infamous now. The second one was from Twitter. I rush over to see what was there and, yup, you guessed it. “Purpleprose enters Tiny Chat room.” Of course, it didn’t say I landed in jamaica star’s lap but – there it was.
So, I proceed to try and disconnect all the new connections. No go, can’t do it. I’m not tech savvy enough for that. I wore myself out trying. My Twitter will never be the same, it’s gone all red, words and borders, so I can see nothing there. Still, it could be a glitch on Twitter, but no one else is complaining. I've since unjoined Twitter, won't go back. Never used it much anyway.
Here's where it gets tricky - everytime I try to log into something now I'm asked for my Twitter password. Never did that when I belonged. No longer a member, I must suffer through declining to enter a Twitter password for any application it was ever connected to, remember - the connections I couldn't disconnect!
All this to say: NO! more Tiny Chat, no more Twitter. Little chats and big Tweets are not for me.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE.
Remember: Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.- J. Hali Steele