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Soft Blocking

So I was looking at Twitter (I know, my own fault, right?) and found out about this weird phenomenon known as soft blocking. To summarise the act, or at least what I have learned, soft blocking appears to be a means of social culling wherein you block and then immediately unblock somebody, such that all following and (sometimes) all history of interaction is removed but there is no rigid enforcement.

I have to say, I'm not at all impressed by whoever decided this was smart or mature. Frankly, I find it to be the opposite, and here are my reasons why.

If you have enough of a problem with somebody that you want to expunge all contact, why go through this game of removing them from your social circle but not actually enforcing their removal? Surely if a person's antics warrant distance that badly, you should just commit to a real block. Besides, without actual blocking, what stops the other party from coming back?

And that leads me on to another point I have against this practice. Soft blocking is not obvious. People say that the targets of soft blocks should take a hint (oh, the field day I could have with hinting behaviours), but what hint are you actually sending? Glitches happen (especially on Twitter), people may be starting fresh on new accounts after a suspension, and sometimes a would-be follower is forgetful and might simply assume a lack of interaction is down to bad memory. The onus shouldn't be on the target to read the cards in your hand, but rather, you should just be frank. Not to mention that if everyone relies on hints, how are people supposed to ever figure out what is happening? Do you really propose that everyone should stumble through social networks under the assumption that if somebody is missing from their feed then there must be contempt? Imagine how many bonds that would screw up because something like account loss or a system error separated two people's profiles. As I said above, if somebody is worth expulsion from your life - even if it's just down to you not meshing well with their vibes or output - and you don't want them coming back, stick to the unambiguous hard block. And if they don't warrant a hard block, either communicate your issues, mute whichever categories you don't want to see, unfollow them, or just leave well enough alone.

And another thing that gets me is this expectation that if somebody unfollows you, that they owe you a free removal. The irony of people expressing this argument as "I'm not your fan" when the follow button is for fans! I don't follow people to befriend them. Not because of some opposition to connection, but because a follow is just that - a means to follow updates and output from a person. Frankly, if somebody didn't vibe with my output enough to unfollow, I'm not going on an ego trip and barking at them for not purging me from their followers list, because I followed them for what they do, and it's their choice what they see. Hell, I've already had it happen to me, and you know what I did? Nothing! Because I'm not inherently owed by whoever follows or unfollows, and you - the reader - are in the same boat.

To summarise, soft blocking does not stop somebody from coming back, fails to send a clear message, and ultimately seems to have little-to-no practicality.

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I had a weird dream a couple of nights ago about being invited to visit a town that had been subject to a nuclear attack. Like, there wasn't a full blown war, and nobody was trying to punish anyone, but this one remote settlement was bombed by some unknown force. Somehow, a shocking amount of it and its people survived, and it was almost back to normal. Of course, almost implies some level of oddity.

Everyone only went outside in convoys, and they stayed in their cars as long as they could. Every vehicle was fitted with a Geiger counter, and there was one soldier in every carpool. Outsiders could enter and leave at will so long as they cleared it with the army detachment that had based themselves there, but the locals were banned from leaving. All their supplies were brought in weekly on trucks, with nothing being locally produced. The radiation only affected a few streets within the town, as well as a river at the north end, but a near perfect ring of contamination surrounded the place, leaving only one point of entry and exit where the ground was not as radioactive as the rest of the ring. It was a bizarre place with desolate streets, plants you couldn't touch, and sidewalks on which you could never step, but inside the buildings? Power and gas still arrived, clean water flowed, and everyone lived as if the town was only mildly inconveniencing them, as if it were little more than a monsoon beyond their walls and windows.

One last turn in this dream was that when I arrived, gruesome and mysterious deaths began to occur in the night, followed by rumours of a beast. The townsfolk did their best to ward it off, forming a hunting party in the night and spreading across town to clear it block by block, and after hunting what they thought was the being responsible, they all went home to celebrate. But this one soldier seemed off. Sick, but not in any earthly way. He strained warnings to his comrades to either kill or abandon him, but they kept shrugging him off until eventually, he transformed into the very creature that had been terrorising the town, killing his squad mates and crashing the car on a quiet road near the river.

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can we kill the idea that yawning=bored because there's a million reasons to be yawning and being condescendingly asked "oh im sorry are we boring you?" because of something you can't control is really rude.

you're not boring me this is a side effect of my medication but thank you for deciding that my yawns are some sort of insult toward you and going on the offensive i loved it 👍

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Return to Wet Earth Colliery and Clifton Marina

Yesterday, it finally started feeling like spring. With the sun out, everything got up to an acceptable temperature, and the day reached a peak of 16 degrees Celsius. With this in mind, I decided to revisit Wet Earth Colliery, this time taking my dedicated camera. And I uncovered a lot more than I did the first time.

I found a recessed structure made of brick, with some kind of metal apparatus lodged inside the space. Nearby was a rounded metal structure that appeared to be some kind of joint or bearing.

Furthermore, I found some kind of basin feeding into a tunnel - the purpose of which I can only infer to be part of the drainage system for the nearby Gal Pit, a small recessed brick area with an extra channel carved into the centre, and a gas vent alongside what appeared to be some kind of entrance.

While exploring, I also tried to get a view of the nearby rail line, as the park these mining landmarks are found in is bordered by a north-south train route. While I didn't get a good angle of the tracks, I did find some form of chimney sat on a hill.

After that, I then progressed to Clifton Marina, which was actually the main reason I had gone out. You see, I needed some photographs of a lake for a video I'm producing in which I shall be retelling a bizarre dream I had. I had to back away a couple of times due to geese and swans (they didn't threaten me but I didn't want to stick around and chance angering them), but I eventually managed to get enough time by the shore to take the photographs I needed.

The day out ended with some photographs of the local river. I wanted to get down to the shoreline and take some closer photos, but unfortunately it has all been barricaded due to an apparent hogweed outbreak.

Today, I returned to Clifton to get some more photographs of the mining remnants, and also because I wanted something to do. Before I got to that, however, I stopped by the lake at an area that was almost a beach.

After having a nice time away from people and sitting down at the shore, I got back up and found a way into the canal basin. From here, I managed to get photographs of one of the tunnels feeding into Gal Pit, as well as some form of metal frame laid outside the tunnel entrance.

The last item on the agenda is an assortment of bonus pictures I had taken during the trip. I saved them for here since they don't really mesh with any of the other focal points.

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