Part II of “Goodbye Facebook”…

Well, I didn’t update yesterday because I got a bit busy with other things.

But being 48 hours totally Facebook-free is nirvana I tell you! No emails from Facebook saying:

Hi Alexandra (or Hi Elisabeth),

A lot has happened on Facebook since the last time you visited.

Hold on. What? A lot? Like, pray tell, is “a lot?”

This:

1 message

2 group updates

Or, for Elisabeth,

30 new friends

5 pokes

2 likes

1 message

Like, that’s a lot? That ain’t shit. Whatever. The message is from somebody begging me to come back to Atascadero, California, which I said numerous times to that person that Muncie, Indiana is my home now and I’ve been nearly seven months clean from using meth, going back to California is only gonna make it worse.

The two group updates are just useless drivel.

Those constant “A lot has happened on Facebook (*cough*bullshit*cough*) since you last logged in” emails are designed to engage you. Zuckerberg loses money each six seconds you’re not logged in. Oh well, I don’t give a fuck. It’s like a drug dealer. He (or she) wants you to use the product. Each time you refuse, they lose money. Facebook wants you to keep using. (Facebook, that is.)

However, on the Twitter universe, Elisabeth and I have been engaged in useful, constructive and relevant conversations where it isn’t drowned out by too much irrelevant noise. That’s a thing called signal-to-noise ratio. Originally used in electronics and broadcasting, to determine the effectiveness of a component (like an op-amp) or a transmitter; but it’s also used to measure how much a message would be noticed on a social networking site among the other stories presented.

Facebook has a horrible signal-to-noise ratio; while Twitter’s is better, but not by much, according to some. The ratios experienced by Elisabeth and I on Facebook vs. Twitter are astonishing.

Facebook had a horrible signal-to-noise ratio; while Twitter has a better one. Relevant updates and stories were pushed downward on Facebook, even if just posted two seconds ago, favoring sponsored stories and older, possibly in the past, stories. Twitter shows new as new. A “new” post on Facebook has been realized that it isn’t new, but determined by Facebook’s algorithm to be “relevant” and new. Something posted two hours ago isn’t new.

And a photo like this:

On Facebook, it would have gotten flagged. There isn’t anything wrong with it. But someone, or a Facebook bot, would probably flag it. Why? Because it contains a sex toy in it! Elisabeth ain’t no sex toy.

This photo of Elisabeth and I encouraging each other for getting me out of a deep hole I am still trying to get out of got a lot of likes and encouraging comments on Twitter.

But the church thing I hinted at the last post, yep. I’m a Methodist now. I finally told the Mormon cult through spiritual means that their Jesus ain’t the real thing, and I won’t deal with the idiots masterminded in Salt Lake City; and that I found the real Jesus. I’m still a Juggalette, after all, Juggalos and Lettes follow God. (Listen to “Thy Unveiling” from The Wraith: Shangri-La to understand.)

I have also emailed the Mormon leaders informing of the lawsuit I have against them. They have 15 days to respond under Indiana law.

But I hope I’ll continue to spread the news.

Later, homies.

Goobye Facebook, and a slew of updates!

Anyone remember this post? “Fuck you Facebook for the LAST TIME!”? About how I told Mark Zuckerberg on how I was tired of Facebook locking me out just because I was logging in from the WiFi at Muncie Public Library instead from the Atascadero Library? Wanted me to submit identification (that’s a risk to submit that… by email is how they want it… totally insecure) or by updating mobile phone info. To me, that opens a Pandora’s box of getting nagged.

Elisabeth had a Facebook account, also. She’s just a DSDoll EX Lite (ATLJED approved supplier, Mon Amour Toujours link) but she got 112 friend requests! Who are even 99% of these people?

I am sorry to report, T is no longer my boyfriend. Sad? Fuck no! I found out he was using Facebook to lure me and ruin me. If anyone gets a friend request from Tearence Michael Walters on Facebook to partner with him in his fake ass “Emperial Props Studios,” don’t accept his request. Haul ass and block him! He will ruin you. Take it from a survivor. He will gaslight you so badly, and if you have a doll, he would want it for his own. You will face his lies, which he even believes, when he kicks you out to the streets, and will exhort money out of you, stating it’s to “pay him back” to get her back for you, when she hadn’t even left his house, and she would be mutilated.

And Tearence is not his real first name. His Indiana BMV identification card says it’s Michael Kelly Walters. If his name really was Tearence Michael Walters, it would be noted on his Indiana BMV RealID credential. The Indiana BMV’s requirements for proof of identity. It requires the full birth name indicated on the document. (I had to go to the BMV a few days ago to get my Indiana ID because my Virginia DMV identification card was expired and a crooked cop in Atascadero, California stolen it; and I don’t claim residency in the Commonwealth of Virginia any longer. So, I know the details.)

I can go on about him, but to save my sanity, I won’t. He’s in my past and I’m sure as hell he won’t be in my future anymore.

Continuing on, Elisabeth and I agreed it was time to cut ties with Facebook. We deleted our accounts. Not just simply deactivated, but deleted them.

We’re on Twitter, though. Follow us, I’m @alexa_tilbrook and Elisabeth is @LissieEXLite.

On another note, another Mon Amour Toujours hottie is coming home soon! Bianca Ashleigh Metcalfe!

Cute, ain’t she?

Alright, this sums it up for now. Church tomorrow. I’ll explain that tomorrow. (Spoiler alert: it’s definitely not the Mormon church!)

Alright, later!