#twitterocalypse

[nataliewynn]

They’re turning it into a platform for divorced men only. The clownery of this.

[raynor1337]

Me leaving Tumblr in 2018

Me returning to Tumblr in 2022

[runonthewater]

My current relationship to Twitter

[seriousbusinessforhumans]

[polishedjellyfish]

Did Elon do something to piss off my state’s Department of Natural Resources? 

[darkfrog24]

Did Elon name the company “X” because that way every time we look for the little X that closes the tab/window or shuts off the ad, we’ll end up logging back in like one of those cursed phone trees?

[darkfrog24]

“Oh no, my new follower is making eye contact in her profile pic!”

“Is that a sign of aggression?”

“No, it’s the sign of a porn bot.”

[t1gerlilly]

Muskopolypse VI: when it all goes to...

Well, when you fire everyone, you have to start expecting outages. Especially when you start randomly disconnecting server racks. But it takes a true genius to fire the janitors.  I can’t imagine the state of twitter headquarters right now. Elon Musk may be discovering one of the disadvantages of only retaining male engineers. I mean, I’ve known grown men who have literally never cleaned a bathroom in their life.  Me: “I know you lived with other guys after college, before you got married. What did you do then?” A: “We waited until it got bad enough and then one of them called his mother.” Seriously. College-educated, grown-ass men acting like children. And don’t get me started on teenage guys and bathrooms. Ugh. I have stories.  So I have a fairly nauseating sense of just how bad the putrid musk of ... well, Musk and his minions must be. All those Elon fanboys, left to fend for themselves Lord of the Flies style (now with actual flies) and none of them realizing that the shit is about to hit... them.  (yes. I thought that terrible pun all by myself. I have no shame. Well, a little shame, but it’s so small you could roll it up and smoke it. Preferably post-coitally.)  Honestly, it brings to mind Douglas Adams wise words about the  Golgafrinchans... “ Into the A ship would go all the leaders, scientists and other high achievers. The C ship would contain all the people who made things and did things, and the B ark would hold everyone else, such as hairdressers and telephone sanitisers. They sent the B ship off first, but of course the other two-thirds of the population stayed on the planet and lived full, rich and happy lives until they were all wiped out by a virulent disease contracted from a dirty telephone. “