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Stephen Fry Wants Us All to Stop Whining. Now. Please

STEPHEN FRY: WHAT I WISH I'D KNOWN WHEN I WAS 18 from Peter Samuelson on Vimeo.


Do You EVER Sleep?

Every day, someone asks me: 'do you ever sleep?'  Much of my time on Twitter at the moment is spent on DM-ing the answer, so I thought I'd write a post to explain.

Being Human-Shaped on Twitter

The 'rules' of Twitter pass via osmosis to newbies.  They are a hodge-podge of theories by various 'social media gurus' and celebrities.  My most favouritest sleb of all - Stephen Fry - described it thusly:

It is important for all of us to understand its [Twitter’s] nature. It is human shaped, not business shaped. (Telegraph)

I agreed with Mr Fry to the tips of my toes, having found it very easy to embrace the human-shaped Twitter in my early months on the network.  All was well.  The Twitter bird was an amusing little chum who brought light-hearted chatter into my world.  After a while, however, I noticed something.  People were treating me in a different way.  I was becoming a channel.  

Never Broadcast

One of the Laws of Twitter is that you should never broadcast, because that indicates a lack of engagement or interest in others.  It is non-human.  There's a problem with that.  It's a fib.  It's a big old fib.  If you blogged twenty times a day and checked and replied to your comments every day or two, would people say you weren't engaging with the blogosphere?  Heck no!  Then why apply that rule to a micro-blogging platform?  

It is possible to be human in a face-to-face type way while your account is a human size (up to a few hundred), but to do so when it is much larger can be de-humanising.  Twitter is human-shaped, in that it is society-shaped.  Society is a wonderful mix of different people with different expectations and habits.  Twitter is the same.  To assume that we must all use Twitter in the same way is as arrogant as assuming we must all watch the same TV shows, drive the same cars or support the same political party.  It's daft.  

Many of the people on Twitter are shy in 'real life.'  They may start off a little more bold when they come onto social networks but, eventually, everyone becomes themselves.  That's the 'human' way.  Nobody can act 100% of the time, unless they have assumed a persona (Mrs Stephen Fry springs to mind given the context.)  

Most people are used to being entertained.  They read blogs, but they don't comment.  They watch TV, but they don't expect to submit content for the shows.  They listen to music, but they don't perform.  Why should they?  For many people, social networks are a fun place to hang out,  They are great places to find interesting news or funny videos, but providing that content - or provoking debate - is not where their focus lies.  They want to be entertained.  They want content that they can enjoy and share with others.  They don't all want to chat.  Many of them want reliable broadcasts.  

Celebrities have a level of immunity.  They already broadcast on TV, film or radio.  When they come onto Twitter, they can get away with a few 'I am having lunch now' tweets.  Early in Twitter's development, people followed the 'what are you doing?' question very literally.  Some yearn for the return of those days when the details of 'real life' were displayed for all: 

What 'human' twitter looks like (not suitable for work - 
or for those with delicate sensibilities)

Most of us can't get away with that kind of approach these days - fortunately.  People want our considered opinions.  They want to know that we care enough to make something special to share with them.  They don't want our bubble and squeak.  They want cake.  

I didn't get this.  I was busy chatting and throwing out things I thought people would enjoy and I didn't realise that I had established a precedent.  During a few spells of recession-induced insomnia, I had picked up followers from different time zones.  Now my sleep pattern approached normality they were complaining.  Why wasn't I tweeting at a convenient time for their time zone?  Who did I think I was?  

How to Please Followers and Stay Human

For a while, I attempted to get in everyone's good books by living on Twitter.  I stayed up late, hit as many time zones as was humanly possible and became crankier by the day.  There was nothing 'human-shaped' about my miserable experience.  I had become a robot.  I looked at the tweets my followers craved - the ones that were most retweeted.  They liked the goodies.  They liked the trinkets I'd picked up on the net - the quotes and videos and news.  The chatter got a mixed response, but the broadcast?  They loved it.

I had an idea.  I told my followers I planned to schedule some tweets so I could get a break.  I used the service that used to be called Tweet Later - it is now called Social Oomph - and wrote some tweets ahead of time.  The process of finding my tweets was way more fun that I had thought it would be.  It was like Christmas shopping for friends.  I had become resentful of the thousands of demanding voices.  Suddenly, I wasn't.  Instead, I was thinking of all my wonderful followers and the kinds of things that would excite or intrigue or amuse them.  Trawling the interwebs for tweetworthy treats took a bit of work, but it was fun.  

After I'd scheduled them for the next couple of days, I signed out of my Twitter account and looked.  The first update appeared, all by itself!  I went to search.twitter.com and put in 'rebeccawoodhead' to see if anyone had replied.  They had.  The tweet had gone down well.  Over the next few hours, I checked back a few times.  Lots of retweets, LOLs, and general frivolity.  My pressies were well received.  The same people who'd chided me for needing rest were now retweeting my tweets!

That night, I could barely sleep - ironically enough - I knew I'd been given permission to take this step but I felt guilt.  I felt a level of empathy with the first woman in a street, back in the day, who surrendered her household's laundry to a machine.  How must her neighbours have regarded that fiendish and less-than-human being?  How could she turn her back on those for whom she should be providing a loving service, and surrender that work to a machine?  I imagined some kind of social networking ducking stool would be waiting upon my return.  

The next morning, I couldn't resist it.  I had to check.  I crept downstairs while my husband slept.  I switched on the netbook and looked at my replies.  All good.  Not one bad comment.  I glanced at the follower number, certain that many would have fled.  No.  Quite the opposite.  I had new followers from different time zones.  Shocked, but pleased, I closed the netbook and prepared for a day off.  It was the first day I had ignored social networks for months.  I spent it enjoying the very human company of my husband.  Every now and then, I looked up from a cup of tea or a book and said 'you know I'm tweeting at the moment right?'  He nodded.

Over the next month, my following doubled.  Your mileage may vary, as the cliche goes, but I have found Social Oomph to be a re-humanising collection of tools.  It finds me new people to follow, tells me when someone is reading a book I might like, and makes it easier for me to list the people to whom I want to give recognition.  Most important, it lets me sleep.  Now, when I am on Twitter in person, I have enough energy to enjoy my friends and I no longer feel like a robot.  For me, Twitter is human-shaped again.

You can try it out for free here



English Chaps in a Castle - on Water

Made me chortle :)  By the way, I've put up another tab 'arcade' - check it out.



How to Enjoy the New Recession

Before the recent recession, I put up a post  that people told me they found helpful.  I predict a new, and far deeper, recession.  If I am right, the next little while could be very hard indeed for many people.  Rather than panic, get prepared.  The following helped me a great deal through the last recession - where my husband was made redundant and we often made do with a food budget of £20 a month - I hope it helps you through the next one.


A recession is upon us. What fun. A jolly challenge presents itself and we all get the chance to perfect a bit of old fashioned stiff-upper-lipped Britishness (whether British or not.) Dust off the brown tea pot, polish up your knitting needles, get out your baking trays, it's show time! Some of the following will only apply if you're English but the general gist of it should be of assistance regardless.

  • Don't be a wimp. If you need to cry about the economy taking a downturn, losing your job etc do it now and get it over with... finished? Good. Get counselling for it once the economy picks up again but for now, get over it; there's more important stuff to do. Remember something that is easy to forget in a capitalist society - you are more than the sum of your belongings - Get some lipstick and, on your bathroom mirror, write the following in 'large friendly letters': DON'T PANIC! 
  •  Edit your friend wardrobe. If you have any friends who only judge people based on what they earn or possess, they need to go. You can pick them up again when the economy picks up - if you want to - but for now they will make you spend too much and cause you all manner of hell once they lose their own money and realise their lives are empty. Get out while you can. Friends cost money and, in a recession, you can only afford the good ones. Work out their 'cost per grin' value. If it fits into your happiness budget they can stay.
  • Poverty doesn't kill you. Starvation kills you. Enjoy your food. Re-jig your attitude to your jiggly bits. Stop asking 'does my bum look big in this?' Start asking 'does my bum look small in this?' If it does, eat some biscuits. If this recession turns into a depression, some people will starve. Make sure you are not one of them. Carbs are your friends. Throw out the sugar substitutes. Shake that healthy butt. Camels have humps for a reason and so do you. Celebrate your body's ability to store calories for later use. Exercise them off again when the economy picks up. Until then, remember that rice and pasta keep for ages so if there is a supply problem later in the year or the price goes up due to requirements elsewhere on the planet, it won't hurt to have some in a cupboard.
If you're not in financial trouble, have oodles of cash and don't know what all the fuss is about take the following steps: 
  • Spend some of it. Look around; think which businesses will affect the local community most if they disappear, and spend more cash there. 
  • Pay taxes. Stop it with the tax-haven malarkey. It's just wrong in the current climate. Pay some tax in your home country. Go on, you know you want to really. 
  • Give some away. Try giving money away to people who really need it. Who in your county or country needs some money and would do something great with it? Just give it to them. Do this with at least 10% of your worth every month. Wipe out your affluenza at a stroke. 
  • Buy organic. Many people have to adjust their organic and green principles in favour of annoying things like avoiding starvation and hypothermia. You don't have to do that so splurge on organic, environmentally and ethically sound produce and keep these people in business. Keep partying for the greater good. 



Brontësaurus and the Publishing Curs

Vid by Phil Lord and Chris Miller

Publishing was never easy. Gawd love America for uncovering this hidden slice of Brontë history. 


Social Media Revolution 2



Can I Step Back Yet?

How does this image make you feel? Do you ever yearn for the days before Twitter, Facebook or blogs?  Do you miss anonymity?  In a constantly connected world, do you ever want to disconnect?  Is connection the new religion, and do you feel guilty if you want to step back?

Leave your thoughts in the comments.  




I AGREE WITH NICK - New Footage from LibDemFlashmob



Yellow Flashmob in Trafalgar Square

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Harry Potter votes LibDem

Nearly Election Day.  The Liberal Democrats (for those not paying attention, I've been bigging them up for a couple of weeks) are doing pretty well, judging by the celebrities and newspapers - even The Guardian now - throwing their support behind them:

With support from Harry Potter, Mr Darcy, Stephen Fry, Kate Mosse, John Cleese, the Freuds and so many other intelligent, funny, wordy types, could this be the ultimate party for Word Nerds? 

For a list of some of the celebrities voting Lib Dem, click here

For more about why this is such an important election, and why the Liberal Democrats need more of your votes than other parties, please read previous posts.  

Whatever decision you make on Election Day, please choose to vote.




Broken Britain?

I can't bear the thought of this country wandering blind into another term of being run by corrupt politicians who've lied to us, gone against our wishes, and broken the law when the guys in the picture above have integrity and are ready for government.  So many people, for so many years (look at the John Cleese vid further down) have said time and again that they would vote for them if only they thought they would get in.  This time (and maybe this is the only chance) they CAN get in, but only if you vote for them.  If you do, our voting system will change and we will never again have the same, unrepresentative and unthinking style of government that has caused us such pain.  

In our system, more people voted AGAINST the last government getting into power than voted FOR them getting into power.  They were not representative of the majority.  That's not democratic.  If the Liberal Democrats only get in once, and change the voting system, that will be the most metamorphic change to our system since the English Revolution.  Yes.  We had one.  We are a revolutionary country.  Don't convince yourself that we are not. There was an English Republic.  The idea of us as a group of staid non-thinking sheep is a bit of nonsense put about to stop us thinking.  Don't believe it.  We can change our country.  Don't believe that we cannot.

Once in a lifetime
A metamorphic moment
Gives our freedom back.
Rebecca Woodhead

Britain is broken, in the same way that a butterfly is a broken caterpillar.  The clock is ticking.  We're breaking out of the cocoon.  It's time to fly.




Those familiar with I can has Cheezburger should appreciate this:

Thanks to LOLCleggz for the image.



Chocolate Quango Revelation

The final debate has happened and it's only a week until we all make marks on bits of paper and I go back to blogging about writing.  If you can't wait that long, I've put up another diary entry over at Diary of a Cotswold Novelist but if you want a laugh at the expense of all the politicians, the video below was made by an observer who's too young to vote this time.  It's pretty funny. I want to be on a chocolate quango.

By QuangoGirl


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