Started this last night in bed when I couldn’t fall asleep.
Discovering cool things in a really old playlist I don’t remember making.
Started this last night in bed when I couldn’t fall asleep.
Discovering cool things in a really old playlist I don’t remember making.
In a surprise turn of events I find myself nominated for a Shorty Award. This picture clicks up bigger if you want to see it better. It’s not every day you get to look this cool, so I did a full screen grab and caught the date and everything.
I suppose the first thing I must do is thank my supporters, who don’t have a clue how abruptly they cannonballed this aspie head first through a brand new pinball machine at the last minute. New toy, O BOY!  And ever since then instead of doing the work I scheduled out, I’ve been brainlocked in making yet another profile on the interwebs.
I’m obviously nowhere near winning, but it’s fun just getting to splat myself into the mix, right? They want me to fill out profile questions, interview questions, make a campaign video, link my social networks, and give them “links to your best work on social media”, with a vague example of an URL with specific content vs a main social account user page. Brain screech, aspie on board- O.M.G. I need more detail. This is why I was assigned a legal supervisor over my financial reporting, I think the simplest instructions are VAGUE. Check it out.
Paste in links to your tweets, photos, Instagrams, Vines and more from 2013 to show the public and The Academy why you should win a Shorty Award. These must be URLs of specific content items you created (e.g. https://twitter.com/jkrums/status/1121915133) rather than your main social account user pages.
Ok, so am I supposed to use links that lead to other content FROM tweets? Or can I just list URLs that go straight to the content? And I ***just*** noticed it has to be from 2013 so I can’t use my top tweets from favstar. What do other people do, keep a list of their top tweets through the year to use for the Shorty Awards if they get nominated? They close nominations TOMORROW, I can’t believe my friends did this to me…Â
But it’s all in good fun.  May as well play along. In case I get disqualified and they delete my profile, here is what I’ve got so far in my bio.
TELL THE WORLD ABOUT YOURSELF
Biography
Janika Banks skids wrecklessly across social media with a skewed point of view that can only spring from being born with Asperger’s and raised to kill and eat all her pets by her Mennonite father while finding solace in obsessing over science fiction after being abused by her mentally ill city girl mother. Spending adulthood in crippling pain only enhanced her keen determination to one day take over the world and hopefully develop the world’s first paisley feathered chicken breed. She currently owns 74 pairs of colorful footies purposely mismated and photographed, and has flying to Ireland to see bog bodies on her bucket list.
How do you or your organization use social media? What makes your use unique?
Janika Banks uses social media to annoy as many people as possible. It frequently backfires and she accidentally makes lots of friends.
These are the links I included. If I did it wrong, oh well.
This is your brain on JJ Abrams – Blogs – SyFyDesigns.com
Star Trek Into Darkness movie review- SPOILERS – Blogs – SyFyDesigns.com
shop till you drop survey | Bluejacky: Existential Aspie
Ellen Dubin interview with Wormhole Riders | GrandFortuna’s League of 20,000
Twitter / PinkyGuerrero: The zombie hand that I won …
Personally, I’d prefer to include a couple that have had less then 10 views apiece because I think the writing and content are so much stronger, but I think the point is showcasing the stuff that became the most popular.
There are 47 questions in the interview that I’m not going to put here. The first question I’m seeing is “How do you pronounce GIF?” Are they serious, they’re asking the click->Â SURVEY QUEEN <-click to answer a whole bunch of inane questions, I’m going to have so much ~FUN~Â with this!
Wait, I just noticed I have 5 nominations now. Â I’m rockin’ it, guys.
Anyway, nominations close at midnight EST tomorrow, and I assume they’ll want our profiles and interviews all done by then. I guess I’ll work on the interview questions for the sport of it, and maybe I’ll come back and paste them here along with my answers. If my Shorty Awards bio disappears, you’ll know I got disqualified, but I still think this was awesomely fun. The awards ceremony will happen on April 7, 2014 in New York City and will be live-streamed on the internet.
:edit: 2-18-14 Here is the interview.
The challenge of squeezing big thots into teeny tiny boxes is exhilarating.
I could say it’s none of ur biz & I’m not telling, which would still be true enough. I haz no snapchat.
@GhouliaChilds is the coolest dark food porn, @TheTweetOfGod & @StayPuft & @FailSign all rock, @XplodingUnicorn coolest blog posts
Jon Hendren @fart is my secret twitter fetish at 3 a.m. when I can’t sleep, I lay there stifling giggles.
#superbowlblackout THAT. WAS. AWESOME.
I’m not alone anymore. All y’alls are in my head with me now.
Current top favstar- Carl is getting Daryl hair, won’t be long till he starts carrying a little crossbow #TheWalkingDead pic.twitter.com/IJryi2lEmU
Jenny Lawson @TheBloggess, the coolest weird chick on twitter, awesome blog & hilarious book.
@StayPuft That is one crazy marshmallow.
I saw something the other day about twitter & facebook getting married & having kids. I say bon chance! I’m not a side taker.
Sometimes I hear tweets in Stephen Hawking mode. I think that would be cool.
FOCUS! WORK!!! >=l Like that. I’m really good at getting to the point.
Benadryl, lip balm, sox, hot chocolate, my chickens, & TWITTER.
Bcuz this is hilarious, & if you do I might give you one of my very special ultra rare #FF poems.
Specifically, to follow what was happening live with Merlin filming in Pierrefonds in France. I LOVE TWITTER.
Everyone who tries to DM, PM, & text me individually wanting info or pix. I made my life public for a reason.
Really hate to jinx myself & say #BradleyJames bcuz it would def happen if he croaked ironically during filming or something.
Not posting pix of something ppl go out of their way to say is amazing. Phone is in ur hand, ur RIGHT THERE, tweet a pic, how hard is that?
Retweeting other ppl’s porn, spam, & hate, especially now that RTs infiltrate list feeds on phone apps.
The obvious- would we like brain chips in our pets so they can tweet & we can see what they’re thinking? YES.
Can’t tell ya, it’s going into the book. For reals.
Sharknado 2 will complete Syfy’s conquest for world domination.
If I dream about tweeting & blogging is it real? What if this whole thing is a dream? What if I wake up & the Shorty Awards don’t exist?
If Wil Wheaton followed me I’d be set for life.
Time travel. It would be easier to go back to last May than find a mobile tweet in my history that isn’t documented properly in my archive.
I tweeted a pic of the Tenth Doctor reading a book & tweeted that it was From Eternity to Here by @seanmcarroll & he RTd me #favephysicist
Seamless with no interface probs & something so entrenched in our lives that we can’t live without it continually. Too bad I’ll be dead.
I was once told to stop wasting time filling out silly surveys & posting them. LOOK AT ME NOW, NYAH, NYAH >=D
#MerLexxian originally for Merlin & Lexx fans but now it’s more about Pinky being a weirdo.
I think the bigger challenge is what NOT to tweet.
I’m up to 8 hours between tweets now. Before Christmas, Vizio had me gauged at round the clock tweeting 24/7 bcuz sleep disorder.
I elevate the mundane to speshul party status.
I accidentally walked into the men’s restroom in Walmart while I was tweeting & @mattyboy5150 laughed at me.
I wish my dad was on facebook so he could see it’s not a magical place that we all automatically get with our computers.
I wish people on twitter would tweet pix straight from their phones instead of sharing from instagram, bcuz extra clicks & time to view.
I refuse to shorten Doctor Who for the sake of brevity. Everything else gets slaughtered.
Everyone I know is grateful I tweet bcuz I stopped writing 10,000 word emails.
Ppl think I’m addicted to my phone, it’s more like I feel like I’m part of the Borg now, all those voices go thru my eyeballs into my head.
People should follow me bcuz I read every single bio & learn where they are from, & list them into appropriate groups for more interaction.
I’m hoping we’ll have brain implants & tweet hands free, & get software downloads & upgrades in our sleep. Tech interface is slow right now.
I use twitter to gauge live response vs search engine response, & list merging as a growth mechanism to drive more traffic thru links.
Twitter’s made my life BETTER, depression is easier to deal with, get real time news faster, laugh more, watch TV w/ ppl around the world.
GIF bcuz it pops right up in the feed without having to click and load.
Funniest celeb tweet- Gary_R_Graham mocking AdamBaldwin & he replied w/ My Little Pony pic with his head on it saying I set fires to feel joy
Noobs can do whatever they want as long as they don’t bomb my DMs. That goes for wizened biz ppls as well, don’t be a nidiot with DMs.
The first time I saw “GIF” I thought it was an acronym for a mathematical function.
I unfollowed a filmmaker with 42K followers bcuz he spammed my TL with porn going on in his house. Perv.
I’ve been racking my brain all week about a Plan, I need a plan.
I know you all are probably sick of hearing it, but my blogs went smashing through a timewarp dimension with the Xanga Relaunch, and one of the biggies was my daily private blog. That thing is obliterated so badly that columns lie on top of one another and everything is a big fuzz of gobbledygook. No, I’m not going to make it public and show you.
By the way, it still bothers me that all my devices recognize a word like gobbledygook but I have to teach all of them to accept Batman. Anything involving twitter is especially bad for retaining new words. It’s like twitter interfaces through a stroke victim. But I digress.
Ever since I ‘lost’ my private blog I have felt lost down to the core of my soul. Every day for 9 years I typed out a couple of paragraphs about what I wanted to get done during the day, tossing in a few private jokes for the one person on the planet allowed to read it. So it’s not just the daily plan, but the daily interaction that got pulled out like a rug and shaken to bits. Oh, we can still interact on facebook messaging and whatnot, but the structure is gone and I can’t colorize my fonts and throw in cute stuff. Anyway, 9 years is a long time, and I had developed some very good habits, like succinctly organizing my thoughts, really good for the ol’ writing skillz. Don’t worry, I have it all archived, nothing is truly lost but the cool experience. That’s what I created all my blogs to be, experiences, not just more articles of blah text.
Had a big ol’ talk with Scott this morning. Part of my head mess is this time crunch. I had goals set with definite dates- 3 month, 6 month, and 12 month goals. I exceeded my 3 and 6 month goals and was surging into blowing myself away with passing my 12 month goal beyond my most uninhibited expectations. And then the Xanga Relaunch happened. No, let me put that differently. Both my daughters got pregnant, I went through a surgery and then helped with a preemie before I’d gotten even a weeks’ recovery, and THEN the Xanga Relaunch happened. I was managing to stay on track and still surprisingly accomplishing more than I planned until that relaunch. My world tailspinned this month. The move to new servers wasn’t the smooth transition I thought it would be. My content is intact, but my blogs look now like a gradeschooler made them and abandoned them and they’re saying it might still be another month or two before the ‘dust settles’. I weep in my inner emotional core while my physical face locks into stone staring at my screen. My attempts to restructure some kind of archive system is eating up great swaths of time. The fact that my first book launch was heavily based on two of my blogs about knocked me off my egomaniacal feet.
I had briefly entertained the idea of just moving my cool stuff to Blogger in the first place but thought Nah, too much work, would take too much time, just trust the Xanga, the Xanga is good. (I really did love Xanga, best blogging platform I ever played with, all kinds of freedom to be creative.) Now I’m wondering if I should at least test run moving one of my blogs over so I can reincorporate my own template. People around the world have told me how cool my blogs are (were… Â ). Now I’m wondering if setting a week or two aside for reconstruction would actually be my best plan at this time.
My original plan for my first book launch was to have everything turned into the publisher by October. I’ve worked in sales, I know the seasonal heartbeat well, and it seems like a good move. It’s not critical, but it’s a good option, timing merch placement when the world comes out of the woodwork combing shops and internet for gift giving, and incidentally spending more on themselves while they’re at it. But honest assessment this week is dredging up the glum realization that there’s just no way I can pull it off now without shutting down everything else in my life for two solid weeks. EVERYTHING. I’m really good at assessment and time budgeting, despite how scattered my life looks, and I’ve actually pulled off some pretty big stuff before in my life, so I have every confidence I can do this. But at what cost? I’ve finally got my personal life in a really good place, I *like* the social interaction I’ve become accustomed to (this is a huge thing for me, I’m a natural recluse, as Lexx fans found out when I shut down all my internet stuff for a couple of years), and I really don’t want to lose my traction. Because, and this is what’s happily saving me from some pretty severe depression lately, my social networking, just playing around being myself, is actually *better* now than it was when I originally set this whole plan up. Even with the epic blog fail, even through my world crashing apart, I’m actually in a better place now than I was before the it happened.  I know! I can’t believe it, either!
 So long drawn out story even longer, I had a good talk with Scott this morning. Move the book launch. Time it with the after New Year self help and white sales. ~Use~ the manuscript work as stress relief to get me through the holidays, as distraction. But right now, do what I love doing most- working on my blogs. Give myself a little time to feverishly obsess over them in true aspie form and I will feel soooo much better. Get my little platform back under my feet and start over. I know I’m capable, I know how hard I can work. I love to work.
But I’m a camera bug so going forward I’ll put pix on this blog.
Aside from that, my plan today is to CLEAN MY HOUSE. Some people stop eating and get real thin when they stress out, I rip through drawers and clean toilets. God help you if I run out of laundry, because I’ll take your clothes right off your back.
And by the way, for everyone worried about the government amassing private information on us- just try getting your GRE test scores sometime. My psychologist and I are really curious about mine because I nearly didn’t make it into grad school over a much lower than normal score. Fortunately, there were 3 sections and I scored so super high on the other two that they did go ahead and allow me in after much head scratching. After a couple of quality hours in phone calls hither and yon yesterday I finally reached the one person on the entire planet who knew how to find a notation on my alumnus account long after the test scores were tossed into the purge fires of 7-year record keeping, and I must travel in person to campus next week to look at a computer screen because there is no way they are allowed to print that info out for me at any cost. I’m going to do my best to get a picture of that on my phone. I also have no proof I ever broke my foot since a local clinic was absorbed by a regional system and anything that might have been microfiched has long gone to a dump somewhere. So I laugh when I hear people fret about the government centralizing all our information into some vast whatever. The first half of my marriage has already dissolved into the ethereal mists, and excepting for a tiny handful of documents in one building in a tiny little town, there is literally no memory of Scott and I existing on this planet beyond ten years ago. If anything, more and more of us are simply going to just disappear, despite more and more rigorous record keeping. Take heart, Amehrka, those dossiers on your lives are just busy work so someone can get paid. I can only hope that the government kept records of my original blogs, because I am so sad that they got smashed up.
I’ll just mRpl my way through like I always do.
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