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(Let's be honest. It's why you're even here, right?)
So... X HATES ME! 😃 I've been locked out forever(?)! You can't reach me there anymore.
I'll be rebuilding this site soon since my main shitposting outlet has been cut off from me.
Also, I'm working on a thing after a decade of inactivity.
RIP twitter.com/dolst aka x.com/dolst
2009-2026
My stupid little Twxttxr account of 17 years has finally come to a fittingly pathetic and gruesome end. (The appeals process is ongoing. There is an exceedinly remote chance that I MIGHT get it back. Not holding my breath though.)
But it's finally time to come to terms with the fact that it's passed on! That account is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If Elon hadn't nailed it to its perch it'd be pushing up the daisies! It's off the twig. It's curled up its tootsies. It's shuffled off this mortal coil. It's run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible! It fucking snuffed it! Vis-a-vis the metabolic processes, it's had its lot! All statements to the effect of, "That account is still a going concern," are from now on inoperative. THAT IS AN EX-X ACCOUNT!!
A few months ago, I had been using Twxttxr normally, just tweeting, retweeting, liking, etc. when suddenly, I would get a spinner and a CloudFlare human check. I'd pass the check, pass the ensuing Captcha, then get told there was unspecified "unusual activity", before being graciously allowed back into my account.
This happened about twelve times over the past few months. Get the spinner. Jump through the hoops. Regain access. I started tweeting about it every time it happened.
Today, upon what would have been the thirteenth hoop-jumping session, the game changed. I clicked through the CloudFlare thing. The next step stopped me cold.
"Prove you're a human. Download the app."
I specifically DO NOT use an app anywhere the related website will work. This goes for Twxttxr, Facebook, YouTube, Amazon, Kroger, and many others. X wanted to railroad me into using the app. So I hopped on my laptop.
I had been logged out of Twxttxr on my laptop for some time so I went to log back in. I had changed my password recently as a defense against any potential hacking that might have led to the aforementioned "unusual activity", so of course I had to reset my password yet again. But that went through with no issue. Cool. Got the confirmation code. Reset my password. Logged in.
And then I was given a QR code to scan with my phone and no other option to move forward.
So I scanned it. It opened in the mobile browser. A few things blipped around on the screen and then...
"Download the app."
Finally broken and defeated, I downloaded the app.
It asked for camera access. I denied it at first. It said "Try again." So I did, and granted camera access.
Then, in what may have been a blessing in disguise, it failed.
How did it fail? I don't know. It just said, "failed".
This was somewhat early this morning. Being sick with an annoying cough and recurring fever for 10 days did little to help matters.
Fast forward to now. It's almost 8:30. I'm tired. I'm done. If Twxttxr doesn't want me, that's okay. And don't get me started on SnapChat. I've already ranted about that over on the dreaded Reddit.
But speadking of Reddit, in my research, I have learned that his has happened to multiple peopls, many of them with Twxttxr accounts over a decade old. And when the app route "works", it asks them to take a picture of the palm of their hand.
What?
The app told me that they never save the biometric information (oh, sure, sure, of course) and that it's only stored locally (RIIIIIIIIIIGHT).
So perhaps they were going to "simply" ask for a palm print. No dice, motherfuckers.
The internet is increasingly moving to these ID verification digital chokepoints. I fear more and more social media will start to enact this kind of Orwellian dystopian bullshit.
So I might disappear from Facebook. I might disappear from SnapChat. I might even disappear from YouTube. God forbid Poochee and Pansy get yeeted before I even get it monetized but it is what it is.
So, I'm going to work on resurrecting this here website whenever and wherever I can steal a moment between coughs and fixing broken shit around the house. I've been meaning to for years now. I guess now I've been pushed to it.
Whoever is reading this, thank you for taking the time. Thank you for giving a shit what this one lone weirdo in suburban RVA has to say. Hope I don't bore you too much.
Want to contact me? I asked my boss and he said it's okay to use the contact form at my work for now until I get my own set up here on this site.
"Although I don't know why you would want to." -Adam Goren of Atom and his Package