I can’t make any promises, only talk about what I’d like to do, but I’d like to get my brain together very soon and schedule work on each of the things I still want to do with my free time. Big man’s site is one of them. I need to get back to work on bringing all his pics and videos inline with what is now called the “blog.” I like the little headline I put with it, “Not from the desk of Rory McCann,” but I’ll have to think of something else to put there because I need to quit it with the unscripted updates. They will get in the way of HIS actual content and that’s not what I want to do anymore.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to use tags, but I might use tags here and then link to the Rory tag from the big-man site. If it seems self-serving to point people to my website, oh fucking well. When you are paying for my hosting service, you get a say. I will never charge anyone to look at Big Man Chronicles, not even with a Patreon account (there will, in fact, never be a Patreon account connected with it), so… good luck with that. My money my turf my rules my say. The end.
On a slight tangent, because this is still related to the Rory fandom, I accidentally found out (because I was not logged in) that Hound’s Lair was crying about Instagram changes last fall and talking about quitting. Considering I found her via Pinterest not ten minutes ago as I write this, that’s a bit stupid. There are always ways around limiting algorithms. Hell, people find my BMC site through Google searches because I tackle some things the Instagram fan accounts don’t really talk about. If you want it badly enough, you’ll get it; if you’re a quitter, go ‘head, I guess. I wouldn’t be this petty, but a lot of you who know me from BMC know that she and I locked horns five years ago. I was realizing, in fact, just a few minutes ago (as I write this), that she basically blocked me for locking horns with me on MY account. She wasn’t even using the Hound’s Lair account to argue with me, as I recall. So basically I was held to a behavioral standard for her IG when I wasn’t on her IG and didn’t know I was dealing with her. Trapped nice and neat. If you think that’s fair, go on, I guess. I can’t be fucked. So if she really does quit, I’ll be one shedding zero fucking tears about it. Wheaton’s Law applies here.
(Honestly, I remember getting offended because I posted a pic from the GOT premiere in NYC and she came along like “this is so-and-so’s picture”… in retrospect that wasn’t a bad thing to say, but it felt like she was accusing me of stealing it, which of course I was NOT passing it off as my own. Anyone who knows me knows I’ve never so much as set foot in NYC. I certainly in the post did not claim to have taken the photo. Since that argument, people have stolen my screenshots with alarming regularity and I would bet money I won’t have in a million years that she never had one single problem with that. Because she’s got flying monkeys who look in. I know how this shit works. So… just really stupid all around. It should have been a two-second fart and done and forgotten. Would have been, had I had any say in the outcome.)
Getting off the drama, this illustrates something else for me: if you want to be found, get the fuck off social media. Or, be on social media, but don’t let that be your one-trick pony. I see morons all the time claiming that websites and blogs are “obsolete.” Not if you want to keep an online presence, they’re fucking not. Did you notice Facebook and X have websites and that Instagram now allows you to upload photos from a desktop or laptop computer browser? Better wake up. These “services” are making dumber and dumber decisions all the time and I don’t give it another ten years and they’ll be going the way MySpace went: still in existence but no longer relevant. Where do you want to end up when that happens?
Yeah. Good talk. I’m gonna go watch paint dry or something. Got to be a better use of my time than this post was.
(I’m lying. I’ve got no wet paint in my vicinity. But I’ll find something to do.)