My previously-thought brilliant idea to keep track of my favourite YouTubers was not that brilliant after all. It would still give TubeTube all the clicks.
Currently, there is no escape from that machine. Give it time, and there will be somewhere else.
Meanwhile, I might have encouraged an exodus. I can hope. In the meantime, I am sticking as much to my guns as I can. The news I want to get is not available anywhere else.
Bleh.
Part of today's shenanigans, after I drop Mayhem off to take the train to work, is going to be moving my TubeTube content over to my PeerTube. Not that they ever got a lot of mileage in the corporate venue 9_9
They're not getting my data. Fuck 'em.
Today, I'm reading my story, writing a story, and thinking about what I can do to put my stories out there better.
My ankle's starting to protest at being put up, and it's being less of a little bitch, so there's some small hope that something in my life is going to improve.
I have to keep going in hope. It's the only way to avoid sinking into despair.