You know the old joke:
Patient: Doctor, it hurts when I do this.
Doctor: Then don't DO that!
Only I don't know what I did. Facebook restricted my account for six hours because my "account activity didn't follow community standards." What did I do? I posted my Wordle score. That was my sole post since yesterday's Wordle post. No, I posted a couple of birthday wishes. Since when is "Happy Birthday!" against community standards. Oh, I forgot to capitalize the "B" in one post. Perhaps that was my sin?
Last week I had a comment taken down for promoting violence. Do you know what I said? I said that I prefer LED candles because I am a klutz. Otherwise, I would burn the house down.
I appealed that. The appeal was turned down, but I was given the opportunity to take it to their Oversight board. Which I did - in no uncertain terms. I don't expect to hear back on that one.
Facebook is becoming a bot-driven bureaucratic nightmare. Twitter is more of a hellhole than usual. Where do I go? I've relied - too much, perhaps - on Facebook for self-promotion. Which I totally suck at anyway.
I was hoping to take the last two business days of the year to finish my books and attempt to clean my desk. Instead, I'll be working on new ways to escape the living hell of social media and make it on my own.
I don't know what else to do.
Oh, you say, it's just a short time-out. Next time, it will be longer. And the kicker is that I don't know what I did to get my account restricted.
Doctor: I bet it hurts when you do that.
Patient: Do what?
Doctor: You get to find out for yourself.
Not so funny, is it?
Guess I'll also be working to restore comments here.
See you when I get out of jail.