Spam and Near Misses ...

So I've had a pretty busy day. I discovered this morning that my Tweets on Twitter weren't showing up in twitter search. The reason this is a problem is because that means that they won't show up in any application that any one of my friends use that relies on twitter search. Like Tweetgrid. Which is what I use.

So, I found out how to contact Twitter to submit my little report. They responded to me through a reply that sent me to a page where I was told how to check to see if my account was available through search.

Umm... guys, if my account was available through search, I wouldn't have contacted you in the first place. But, fine, we'll play it your way. I did what they said and then submitted my report again. And then I replied to the dude through twitter that I had done so.

Then I got an email from them in which they claimed that my account had been flagged because I was a spammer! Me? A spammer? I'm a human being ... I AM NOT AN ANIMAL A SPAMMER!

So I emailed them back and informed them that they were full of shit I had in fact, done none of the things accused of. I had not made multiple duplicate posts. I had not posted ads. I had not posted any spam etc. etc. etc.

And then .... *crickets*

Nothing. No response. No fixing my account. Nothing.

So, I decided to be patient cause I'm all about being patient and shit.

I waited and waited. Sure, I occasionally posting a somewhat taunting tweet along the lines of "I'm still waiting for Twitter to make my account searchable again. I demand vindication"

Or

"I get swamped with porn spam followers all day long and Twitter accuses ME of a being a spammer?"

Nothing mean or anything that would endanger the delicate negotiations going on though.

Finally I decided that maybe the response to that email didn't go through. Maybe it's one of those "don't bother responding" type email addresses even though it was a REAL email address. So, I went back to the "help" page and submitted another report responding to their vicious attacks on my character accusations of spamming. I told them that I didn't think any of these things could be done without my noticing. Or the people following me noticing. And told them that if my account was hacked and all this happened without anyone noticing that I changed my password as a precautionary measure this afternoon, so that should not be an issue.

And now? We wait. We wait for Twitter to do the right and decent thing make a final decision. I can always scrap my current account and make a new one and send follow requests to everyone again and start from scratch. But, I have more than 3,100 tweets on this one. That's a pretty decent number. I don't want to go back to zero. It's just like opening a new banking account. You don't want to go back to check #100. You don't get any respect with check #100. But with check #3,100 you do!

I'll keep you posted on this one.


Confrontation #2 was far more serious and put my physical well being in real danger.

I was driving along, minding my own business and listening to Galmet cause Grant the BunnyLord said to.


I was approaching an intersection and suddenly noticed a Chevy Impala was going to run the stop sign. I didn't have a stop sign so I wasn't slowing down while approaching the intersection. So, the dude in the Impala sees me and I see him.

I hit the breaks hard and turn hard to the right, turning onto the same street he was driving on. He hit his breaks and was turning to the left. I then quickly hit the gas and was able to get in front of him while he continued to break so he missed me. Whew! Close call. I really don't know how he missed me, but he did.

So I drove on down the hill a bit and turned right on the next road. I looked back and the guy was slowing down. So I stopped and got out of the car. When I did this he give me this look with both arms out like "What the hell?"

So I point to the stop sign up the hill and yell "Hey! Did you notice the stop sign!?!"

He looks in his rear view mirror and sees that he DID have the stop sign and then just starts to drive off.

Yeah, just drive off.

Well, he might have driven on home but he had to drive through a purple cloud made up of my very explicit thoughts concerning his not-so-impressive driving abilities.

It's a good thing he didn't get out of his car though. I would have hated it if he had kicked my ass.

But wait! That's not all!

After I got my sammiches at Subway, I was pulling out of the parking lot and there was this caddy coming toward me. So I let her go and then pulled out. That caddy then proceeded to blow right through the four-way stop intersection. Just drove right on through without even slowing down.

If I hadn't waited on that car, she probably would have slammed into me when I stopped. Another near miss!

Then, when I came to another intersection, I stopped and waited my turn. When I was my turn, some dude in a Firebird almost ran a stop sign there too!

After he finally stopped, he looked over at me and gave me one of those "Yo, dude" head nods.

So I flipped him off and yelled "GET OFF THE GAWD DAMN CELL AND PAY ATTENTION."

I just gave him a little wave and went on my way and went home and had my Italian BMT and resolved not to get out in public again for a loooooooong time.