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Tweeting from the grave.

Here’s a thought.  With so many applications nowadays you can use to automate your social media presence,  how many tweets are we seeing from dead people?

Buffer all publish pre-set tweets, status updates etc.  Buffer needs setting every so often, and Hootsuite too (I believe) however  I know that doesn’t require me to do anything once I have provided my parameters.

“Automatically find, publish & promote engaging articles, photos and videos from across the web.”


So, I could be publishing that well after I am gone!

Okay, now that’s off my chest, please enjoy the rest of your day.





Happy 13th birthday grandson.

You can now legitimately have a Facebook profile.  I am very unhappy for you.

Suddenly 13 seems to be the new age of consent and you will be catapulted into a world that has far too much adult content when you are still going to be coming to terms with puberty.

If you and I were Facebook friends you would be faced with some of the awful images and news items I share in anger and in disbelief. You’d get to share the horror I often feel when faced with stories of abuse of children and animals.  I am sure you will get adverts down the right hand side of your profile that are completely inappropriate for a 13 year old.

I know that your dad will use what parental controls he can and I know that he is always aware of your safety when using the internet.  I also know that if you ever have another Smart phone, these parental controls will be useless.  I am pretty sure your mum will not be making sure you’re safe whilst using the internet (nor your 8 year old brother) whilst you’re visiting her, as I know she allows you to watch films that are not suitable for children of your age.  So, all the protection in the world will not actually protect you from the horrors of the world we live in.

Back in the very early 90’s (well before you were born) my younger sister aged 33 embarked on her training to become a nurse.  As part of her training she spent a week or two with a community midwife and was very shocked to discover there was a large under 5’s at risk register in her town.  She’d naively believed that this sort of thing only happened in cities and OTHER towns.  So at 33 she had to deal with her feelings about that.  Now there is potential for my 13 year old (20 years younger) grandsons to learn about these things.

So, Happy Birthday young man, and I wish life for you could be as sheltered and innocent mine appeared to be.




No longer friends with my daughter………

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……on Facebook!

I recently removed my daughter from my Facebook friends list.  I discussed with her my reasons and she appeared to understand.  I had recently got a couple of things wrong when commenting on a status update and she suggested that I sometimes seemed like a stalker.  I decided that if I removed her as a friend, I wouldn’t continue to do the mum stuff that she didn’t want and could stop appearing like a stalker.   It’s been a great way to avoid myself getting things wrong in my attempt to get things right 😀

Having done this (about 3 weeks ago I think) I have noticed that our interactions have improved, and that if she wants to message me she can (and she does much more than before) and that we get along better when we’re together.  I am no longer faced with a status update that isn’t filtered for parental reading, no longer see the bits I never used to see and yet still share the important parts of her life.

She lives 5km away, I have no need to see her photos I have the same photos on my laptop, the photos of the dog who visits us often (I have my own photos of him, as he is so cute).   She visits here at least a couple of times per week, sometimes more, so why do I need to be her friend on Facebook.

She is now free to post without me peering over her shoulder (I am also free to post stuff I might not want her to see).   It feels right, and it feels better and I’m  reminded there is a life and was a life before Facebook.  I am sure for some people Facebook had brought them positive things, it has for me, but it has also brought a lot of negative stuff and as it becomes more and more intrusive, one needs to be quite vigilant about what one adds, says, or posts.   I am surprised Facebook haven’t suggested her as a friend yet….I am sure they will, it’s only a matter of time.

I might delete my husband later…….will see how he feels about it 😀

Facebook Censors Users during Media Blackout on Privatisation of the NHS

Facebook Censors Users during Media Blackout on Privatisation of the NHS.

Slippery slope now a landslide!

Who polices Facebook

Whilst browsing just now, I came across a status update from a friend who has a page come up in her news feed called, “Dead Baby Jokes”.  Yes, you read it correctly.  I have chosen not to search for the page, so am not adding a link here,  but instead I searched the term in Twitter and discovered others discussing it.  There is a photo of the page, and it has over 27000 likes!  The discussion on Twitter suggests that despite if being reported (and I can imagine it is reported time and again) it hasn’t been removed.

A couple of years ago I started a page to try to publicise the identity of a serial con man who’d conned my daughter.  The page did reasonably well, and yet within 2 or 3 weeks I had been advised to take the page down.  Being a law-abiding type and not wanting to lose my Facebook profile, I did as was requested.

Where is the justice in this, my page was more or less harmless, in fact the only one it might have “harmed” is now serving yet another jail sentence that will most likely end too soon.  Meanwhile, the Dead Baby Jokes page continues to cause untold harm and unnecessary suffering to those who have lost babies, and continues to reinforce the sick people in our society.

I have looked at reporting the page, looked at Facebook’s Help Centre and cannot see where I can actually contact someone and write this to them.  I know from other experiences of reporting stuff to Facebook that they do nothing.   So Facebook, please let me know why you have done nothing about this page…..please tell me who is checking you’re doing a good job?

Whoever reads this, I would be grateful if you would share it as far as possible….maybe eventually Facebook or someone who can remove the page might just get the message.

Musings from Outside the Asylum

Douglas Adams, in his book, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy describes an inside out house and it’s owner,  John “Wonko The Sane” Watson.

He lives in an inside-out house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. That is, to visit you park on the carpet. There’s a sign on the wall that reads, “Come Outside.” He considers the rest of the world to be “The Asylum,” because it seemed to him that any civilization that had so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a package of toothpicks was no longer a civilization in which he could live and stay sane.

Wonko knows more about the dolphins than any other human being alive.

Mark, my husband is the reader in this house of the Hitchhiker books and insisted that once we had completed putting our boundaries in place and hanging our gate, he would be putting a sign on the inside of the gate  saying, “The Asylum”.  I have to say, I was unhappy for quite a while about this, as I couldn’t quite get my head around it, not being a Hitchhikers fan (books that is).

Eventually, I realised that he was determined to do this, and he spent months looking for and not finding, small brass letters.  He looked both here in France and over in the UK. Thankfully, on a day trip into Poitiers, he found some small, wooden letters and this felt slightly more subtle for me.

I hope this goes some way towards explaining the name of the blog.  We, according to Douglas Adams, Mark and Wonko the Sane, live outside the asylum….it is apparently,  a nice place to be.

I don’t know what will be written here….but I felt I wanted to do something, to blog something aside from using Facebook and the limited blog I am doing with Dad’s letters home from his prison of war camp in WW2.  That blog will end of course, and I think I may feel bereft.  It got me to thinking I might quite enjoy my own blog, after years of avoiding other people’s (for which I now humbly apologise).  I think I got caught up in Facebook, Scrabble, a slow internet connection and lots of other distractions.  I feel that life has settled more now, and we have a faster internet connection, a whole 2.6mgs (yes, I can hear all those sharp intakes of breath, it is very, very fast, NOT).

I search for and found my old MySpace musings today.  This is now called a blog, I am sure it wasn’t back when I started in 2007.  Anyhow…to aid continuity, I shall link somewhere to that (once I can work out how) and to Dad’s blog. Life has been interesting, in the Chinese sense, and yet I feel we’re approaching a much calmer period.  We won’t be holding our breath though, so I suggest you don’t either.

Off now to work out how this works, add some links and maybe a photo or two.

KathytheSane (I have had many years of therapy, so feel I can call myself this, tongue in cheek).  It reminds me, back in 1997, I was travelling home from a therapy weekend, my mother had picked me up in her car.  Her question to me, “Kathy, when will you be cured?”……(I am so used to adding smileys on forums, I am wondering how to show my feelings about this question.)  Anyhow, that was then, this is now and I do believe I am reasonably sane.