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Ramona's Bird Cage: News from the Twitterverse - GIFs and Memes

Ramona's Bird Cage: News from the Twitterverse - GIFs and Memes
By Ramona Grigg • Issue #3 • View online
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I spend way too much time on Twitter. I know that because so many little things are beginning to bug me. My main role on Twitter–one I’ve designated for myself–is as chief political activist. I monitor my sources every day, releasing pithy and sometimes remarkably profound quotable quotes, hoping my followers will grab them and retweet, as I would with them if I found them pithy and/or profound.
But the downside to studying so many tweets is that I’m bombarded with the same boatload of GIFs and memes I saw a minute ago or an hour ago and will see again any minute and any hour. They are incessant. They’ve become the bane of my Twitter existence. Is somebody dead?? No, thank God. There’s Denzel Washington clutching his chest!
Britney Spears curling her lip, unknown woman spitting out her drink, someone else winking, looking startled, waving a finger…
So of course I had to bring up how sick I am of ALL OF THEM! (I was in a mood that day) and of course my comments were filled with memes and GIFs, and a few people took issue and dropped me like a hot potato. (Cliches apparently don’t upset me nearly as much.)
I look on these distractions as my R&R. I vent over politics the majority of the time I’m on Twitter. If I’ve ever posted cute dog or cat pictures, it was so long ago I don’t remember. Sometimes I’ll post things that bring tears to my eyes, or comment on the pop culture minutia that I, as an old person, can only rarely relate to, but I never run out of egregious things to rant about.
It’s the times we live in.
Our senses are assaulted 24 hours a day, and some blame social outlets like Twitter for keeping it all alive and burning. Not me. I thank Twitter every day for being there. It’s easy to sift through the garbage and get to the real meat–the stuff that gets to me and keeps me going in this long, lonely fight to save the world from itself. I don’t retweet garbage, hence garbage doesn’t fill my space. I don’t put up with trolls and bots and can eliminate them with a touch of my finger. I love how that works.
I’m a nobody on Twitter. I’m proud to have something over 5000 followers, but most of them don’t even know who I am, let alone care about what I read or what I have to say. The upside of that is I don’t feel the need to be all things to all 5000 followers. I don’t know who most of them are, either. So why am I proud to have that many followers? Because–and don’t ask me why this is–Twitter seems to like it when people reach that 5000 mark. It’s like a personal best. So, sheep-like, I strove for it and was thrilled when it happened. Now it’s done and I don’t care anymore.
So that’s it for this issue. If it looks a bit wordy it’s because I haven’t yet figured out how to move certain tweets over here for you to see. That’s my goal. To share tweets with you. All I can say is, I’m working on it.
Until next time then…

Thank God! Nobody's dead!
Thank God! Nobody's dead!
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Ramona Grigg

Writer of things, mainly essays. Contributor at Medium, Crooks & Liars, Huffington Post, Substack, others. I spend an unusual amount of time on Twitter, so thought I'd share some of what I find. Leaning Liberal/Democratic. Hater of most memes and GIFs. Love Twitter, warts and all. (Click on 'Issues' tab below to enter.)

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