Self Preservation – Isolation Blog 7 : An Update on All The Things and Happy Outlanderversary Too Me!

Today marks 3 years since I discovered the Outlander fandom… and Oh! What a journey its been.

 

Not being on Twitter at the moment (and I’ll be discussing that in this blog as well) I don’t really have an outlet to help me celebrate this milestone – so this blog will have to do.

 

First, let me begin by saying that, overall, my experience in the Outlander fandom has been nothing short of amazing. It’s been a positive place where ideas are shared, stories are written and honest, open discourse takes place on a regular basis. We can laugh together, cry together, scream and shout together and embrace fangirling in all its facets without facing much in the way of criticism from the outside world.

 

For the people who I have met, befriended and who have let me be silly and fan right there with them – I think you from the bottom of my heart. You have made the last 3 years of my life some of the best and, should I ever get the chance to meet you in person…. Well, let’s just say you will get the biggest hug you’ve ever received in your entire life!

 

That said, these very same folk have been there for me when the shit has hit the fan. When the fandom is buried under mountains of hypocrisy, of bullshit, of shady lanes, of he said-she said-they said, of subtweets, of infighting, gaslighting and name calling. The countless number of hissy- fits and the “Oh! Everyone! Look at me! I’m deleting 11ty hundred Outlander photos off my phone! Oh! It’s sooooooo freeing! Look at me everyone! Aren’t you proud?” bullshit artists.

 

They’ve been there when I’ve ranted and raved and carried on like a two-bob watch. When I’ve lost the plot and ended up in tears of stress and frustration and had to call it a day. When my happy place is naught more than a half assed attempt at a lean to and it’s about to come crashing down around my ears -They’ve not gone anywhere and for that I am eternally grateful. It’s because of these folks I won’t leave this fandom. I love show. I love the cast and crew and I love the world Diana Gabaldon has created but my fandom friends mean the world to me and I wouldn’t swap them for all the red headed Scotsman in the Highlands!

 

So, here’s to another year of shenanigans – once I get back to Twitter that is.

 

Speaking of which, it’s been 6 days since I decided I needed a twitter break. I have to say, unlike previous years (or times) when I’ve done this – this one is proving strangely difficult… and I’m struggling to come up with as to why.

 

I began by deleting the app from both my phone and my desktop. (I haven’t worried about my iPad as I don’t use it that much anyway) and I thought I’d be fine. I have a lot to focus on. With working from home and trying to keep the “New Normal” routine I am constantly finding something to do. But, at the same time … I feel lonely. Not having the app there left me feeling cut off from the rest of the fandom. I mean, sure, Facebook has its moments – if you’re willing to overlook the sheer lunacy of it all – but it’s nothing like Twitter. Not even Tumblr – for all its meme type glory – is like twitter. So, yesterday … I caved and reinstalled the app on my phone.

 

I haven’t logged in. This much is true at least…. But I feel better seeing it there on my phone. It doesn’t matter as much on my desktop as I don’t tweet much from there as a rule… but there it is. It’s official, I think. I am suffering separation anxiety from an app. Of all the things that I should be considering important in my life right now – not seeing an app on my phone rates as one of my highest.

I may delete the app again as the month goes on. We’ll see. But man, to be so dependent on an app … When did I become that guy? 2020 what have you done?

 

In other news, I’ve had my first appointment with a Nero-Chiropractor.  It was all a series of tests involving my balance and hand/eye coordination. We discussed my various medical conditions at length, and he asked me a series of questions relating to my sleeping patterns and my diet, what other methods I’d tried in the past relating to pain relief and so forth. My appointment went for 2 whole hours and cost and arm and a leg but I’m hopeful it’ll be worth it in the end. He wanted me to invest in a small handheld, vibrating massage device to help with the stimulation of my nerve centres. I managed to find one online at The Shaver Shop for about $16.00 (I tried the apps first and discovered they were shit and did nothing) so I ordered that last night after work.

 

It’s a long weekend this weekend here in Victoria and apart from writing this blog and a few letters… my goal is to do nothing but relax

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej

Self- Preservation Isolation blog 6 – Working from Home, Having a Routine and Taking a Break

Let me cut right to the chase. From tomorrow (more specifically after 10am Monday June 1st) I’m taking a twitter break.

 

Don’t worry, I’m not doing what I did last time and deleting my account … I’m simply going to be deleting the App from my phone for a bit.

 

One of the things I’ve learnt over recent weeks is this: Twitter takes up waaaaaaay too much of my time. I’m on it almost constantly during my waking hours and I can’t seem to leave it alone.

It’s affecting me mentally and it’s making me sad. There’s so much drama going on right now that I just don’t want to look at it anymore.

Not only that, its cutting into the time I should be spending with my Hubby. Whenever we watch TV, I always have my phone with me – so, I’m constantly checking tweets – when I should be focusing on what we’re watching.

 

So, I’m taking a break. Till the end of June anyway. It’ll give me time to refocus on what’s important to me. My mental health and my physical health.

 

Not gonna lie. The Iso-weight I’ve gained since March is starting to cause problems. My balance is being affected, my back, shoulders and knees hurt, my blood-pressure has skyrocketed (I am now taking a course of Blood Pressure meds to help bring it down and seeing my Dr on a weekly basis to get it tested) and the fact I’m spending most of my time on twitter rather than exercising – says a lot.

 

Sure, I still go to PT every week (and I don’t take my phone with me so there’s that) but that was it. When I wasn’t asleep – I was on Twitter. So, it’s got to stop. Starting tomorrow – after the Virtual MPC Gala.

 

Tomorrow at 6am MPC is going live for the 2020 MPC Peaker Gala. Normally, it’s an event held in Scotland. Peaker’s from all over the world go there for a weekend of workouts, a hike and a Gala dinner. This year’s one was postponed due to Covid-19 so they’ve made a virtual one for everyone (Peaker or not) to take part in.  (Note: I mean 6am AEST. It’s like 9pm or something in Scotland so there’s no need to panic. HAHA)

 

This week sees my 3rd week working from home. I’m on 10-6pm. I have to say … I’m not in the slightest bit fussed by this – because I’m working from home. I don’t have to struggle with anything and I’m not sitting down for dinner at 8:30pm. I can still have dinner at a reasonable hour, and everything is just chill. I have no stress. No worries and no noise. We’ve got working from home directives till the end of June (Vic’s state of emergency has been extended to the 21st June) and I can’t begin to tell you how happy that makes me. To be able to have a routine again is brilliant.

 

This blog is a short one. Hopefully during my twitter break I can spend more time on this and turn it into something worth while

 

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej

 

 

Isolation- Preservation Blog 3 When a ( Fandom) Mindset Change is as Good as a Holiday

Originally, when I first sat down to write this blog, I was going to call it “The Time the Rose-Coloured Glasses Came Off”

 

I had it all planned out. My thoughts on everything, my arguments for and against and why I thought it was time to admit to myself that perhaps I’d wasted to much time putting certain individuals on a pedestal.

 

I sat on it for days. I knew I was going to write it. I had a plan. It was well thought out. A solid piece of writing.

 

And then……

 

Just like that, the wind got knocked out of my sails and everything changed.

 

There’s no need to reiterate what went on and what happened- but those in the Outlander fandom know exactly what I’m talking about.

 

I don’t want to talk about that.

 

The purpose of today’s blog is that I want to talk about me. Not in the ‘Look at me! I’m being self- indulgent’ kind of way … more the ‘Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I let it get to me and turn me into that kind of person’ kind of way.

 

I’ve always maintained I’ve sat on the fence when it comes to this fandom. I’ve tried my best to understand and appreciate everyone’s point of view – regardless whether I agree or not. I’ve always opted for respectful, honest, discourse rather than childish finger pointing and outright accusation. I’ve tried to ensure that if I don’t have all the facts – I ask. And I’ve always said that If I’m ever wrong – please correct me.

 

I’ve gone to great lengths to try and remain impartial to most of the fandom dumpster fires and been there for those who needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent to.

 

That said, there have been times where I’ve failed miserably at doing that and let my emotions get the better of me. In fact, I can count no less than 3 times in my time in this fandom (No, I am not going to mention them here. However, I have no doubt that some of you reading this would know what they are as well) where I have wanted nothing more than to go on 280 character rants ad-nauseum about whatever the situation happened to be and declare that “Ye verily thou art naught but a shit storm of epic proportions and I say unto thee that thou ‘st wrong and needeth to take all the damn seats!”  – OK … So maybe not exactly like that, because let’s face it my Shakespearian is not that great and way, way, way off the mark … but you get my point.

 

But none of them have affected me as much as what’s been going on these last few weeks.

 

I think I may have mentioned it a blog or so back, but Covid- 19 has simultaneously brought out both the best and the worst in people and sadly, what I’ve seen in the Outlander fandom was ultimately the worst in people.

 

Especially me.

 

I became quick to react. I became judgemental. I forgot about facts. I forgot about truth. I spiralled and got caught up in the he said-she said of every argument. I took to twitter DM’s and WhatsApp group chats to vent and rant and rave over everything.

 

“How could they do this?” I demanded to know “Why is there no apparent element of seriousness about this situation?”

 

I was hurt. I was angry. I was disappointed, let down and couldn’t believe that it would’ve even got that far, and someone let it happen. I didn’t want to be believe what was going on, I really didn’t but, when you find yourself drowning in a sea of negativity, eventually you give up and go right along with it.

 

That is until, as I said, the wind got knocked out of my sails and everything changed. I realised I was wrong. I realised I was angry and disappointed for all the wrong reasons and I came to see that everything I thought was the truth turned out to be an outright lie.

 

For those that know me, they know that Social Media is more or less my only link to the outside world. With the exception of going to work and attending various medical appointments, I don’t get out very much. Recently, Twitter has become my happy place. My place to talk with and make friends with people from all around the world. Most of the time it’s a place where I can laugh and #DankMeme to my hearts content. It’s where I can fangirl in peace without hurting or annoying anyone else that I know in real life… but when it becomes a dumpster fire that starts burning down your own lawn? It’s time to take some action!

 

So, I stepped back. I didn’t tweet for a couple of days. In fact, I didn’t do anything for a few days. I took naps. Lots of them. I took a couple of deep breaths and went and got some air. I thought about my behaviour and best how to fix it. I set about sending apologies to every single person I took to venting to or ranted at. I locked down my twitter account and began the process of unfollowing, blocking and muting people. Regardless whether I had spoken to them in the past or not. I’ve started paying close attention to the language I use- in the hope that I can lift people up and make a positive impact rather than complaining about every #FirstWorldProblem that comes my way. To not listen to the hate and the hyperbole spewed by the darker corners of this fandom. To not take every, single thing to heart and swear it is gospel truth – until the truth presents itself.

 

For the remainder of 2020 my goal is to be a better fan. A better person. Frankly, I would go so far as to say be a better Human.

 

Maybe we should all aim for that this year huh?

 

What do you say?

 

You in?

 

Ceej

 

 

So, I didn’t write anything today ….

Have you ever struggled to write anything?

 

Have you ever found yourself sitting for hours in front of your computer screen completely stumped how to start something?

 

Take this blog for example. I have struggled since I woke up this morning to write anything even remotely decent.

 

In fact, I have done everything but write anything remotely decent.

 

For example:

 

  • I made a half ass attempt at a hearty breakfast … and failed for two reasons.
  • There was a massive long hair in it that belonged to neither my Husband or myself or my cats that was equal parts disgusting and terrifying.
  • I started Aunty Flow and she makes me hate everything and everyone and every-what and every-who and every-fucking-wotsit anyway and well, guess what? I just had to hate on my muesli, didn’t I? Of course, I did! Did I eat it? No! Why? Because! That’s why!

 

 

  • I was the dumbass with the log in situation.

 

So, this year MPC gave their website a glow up and it turned out you had to re-create your profile to log in. It took me two hours to work this out! TWO GODDAM HOURS?! Why am I so dumb? Why? It was so obvious after I finished it all. I wasted two hours of my life being a git! Ugh!

 

  • I got lost inside the Twittersphere…

 

 

Yeah, you know, you be known it. I see you. I see you nodding your head and trying NOT to give me THAT look.  Twitter. The one place you love to hate and hate to love. It’s where your obsession can either grow and flourish like a garden and be green and lush and full life, love and promise … or it can set its own ass on fire after lighting one fart to many and turning into a dumpster fire of epic proportions.

Today was reasonable.

 

I read some fic and both of them tore my guts out. (Much love too you both my wonderful fic goddesses. You know who you are x)

I rolled my eyes at a troll. Even after a gazillionty blocks and being shouted at by everyone in the fandom for being a prize-winning dick – they still found it necessary to extort money from people by means to their own ends and that’s a truly shitty thing to do

I read an interview which was bullshit.

I got bowled over by a sea of dark velvet hues. That blended in beautifully with the rich red carpet at an event in LA (I think)

 

WhatsApp kept me entertained

 

I love my girls in my group chat. Truly I do! They make me laugh with their silliness and carry on and I hope one day to meet them all.  (Yes, I am working on a passport!) I must admit I am worried though. I wonder what they’ll think of me. The wonky, backwards, broken Aussie – who can’t go anywhere without her trusty pink walking cane Edna. I hope they won’t be disappointed.

 

  • Watched Season 1 of Fleabag

 

After taking ages to work out how to get Amazon Prime to work on our smart TV – Hubby and I finally sat down and watched Se1 of Fleabag. While I had seen Se1 before, Hubby had not. So, we did that. Enjoyed it muchly. We’re about to start Se 2 soon. So, yay that.

 

 

  • Spent money on the Office Works online store.

 

When work gives you a $100 gift card – you spend it. And I did. On everything I’m going to need for the first few months of MPC 2020. It’s all going to get delivered on Tuesday 4th Feb.

 

Looked up flights to Brisbane to visit my Bestie in March

 

Flights are expensive fuckers. That is all.

 

 

And there you have it. Why I have written absolutely nothing of consequence all day. Nothing decent.

Christ, I still need to write a short story on a bizarre piece of furniture I’ve called Norm.

 

Might leave that till Tuesday, I think.

 

Ceej

 

 

 

 

A Letter To A Troll. TaJa The Wonder Nope. The Outlander Fandoms Biggest Pain In The Ass and My Own Personal Stalker. (AKA The Tony McGill Obsessive)

 

Disclaimer:

Before I begin with this blog, I need everyone to know that originally, I had no intention of making this public. It was simply an exercise in frustration. A way in which to vent the fact that someone I’ve never met had taken to trolling  myself and my friends on Twitter.

Originally, it was a bit of Twitter tit for tat.  It was petty. It was childish. I’ll be the first to admit that, but as time went on it got worse. For all of us. 

Over the last 6 months we have reported this menace to Twitter repeatedly – only to be told that they weren’t breaking any rules and would not be shut down.

While I will endeavour to write this ‘Dear Taja’ with humour -its purpose is to highlight the lengths this individual will go to, to ruin a person’s experience online. 

With that in mind, I also wish to point out this person’s dangerous obsession with the private lives of the lead actors of the hit TV show Outlander. While I don’t expect anything to be done about this, I hope at the very least, it’s bought to their attention. I feel it’s something they deserve to be made aware of. 

Finally, nothing I’ve posted in this blog is new. Everything here has already been seen by all of us at one point or another. That said, names and twitter handles have been blacked out to protect those that may not be aware.

 It is my hope that after this they cease their trolling and leave myself and my friends alone.

Dear Taja,

When I first began writing this, I wanted to show off. I wanted to show you that I was good at something. I used a lot of big, clever and creative things called words to illustrate this point. But then I realised something.

I realised you’ll be reading this and therefore being creative would be totally lost on you so I decided it’d be a waste of time.

But, where are my manners? I should ask about you first, shouldn’t I? You’re right. I shouldn’t just outright insult you. What kind person would I be if I did things like that?

So, to begin. How are you handling Brexit? Did you vote leave or remain? Is Boris Johnsons hair still the only interesting thing about your country’s current political situation? (Messy, trashy and all over the place.)  If I had the choice between watching Boris Johnson faff about being your Prime Minister and a pole sticking out of the ground… I’d choose the pole. It’s more interesting, has more uses and nobody is embarrassed by its presence on the grounds of Parliament!

Political affiliations aside though, it’s been an interesting 6 months hasn’t it? You with all your witticisms and clap backs across the Twitter-sphere – shouting them into the void with the speed and veracity of an angry, rabid monkey throwing freshly made turds at poor, unsuspecting passer-by at the zoo.

Firstly, based purely on your bio, (before you deleted it, of course) you’re into Outlander, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith and AC/DC. By your own admission to me in a tweet, you’re also a happily married Mother of two teenage girls, both of whom are in High School. Oh, and your Husband is a lawyer. Apparently.

Let’s discuss.

  • With the exception of Aerosmith, your taste in music is bollocks and you deserve to be cancelled for that alone.
  • You’re into Outlander? Are you? Could have fooled me. Seems to me you’re more into being a twat and a massive waste of space who enjoys shit posting complete strangers online – but If you call yourself an Outlander fan, who am I to argue?
  • You have a family. I pity them. I’m second hand embarrassed for them. The poor darlings. Having YOU as their Mother and YOU as a Wife! Some mistakes were made here and by the end of this, I hope they come to realise that

But I digress. The reason I am writing this ‘Dear Taja’ is because we need to discuss the reason you exist. We need to look at your trolling. The constant snitch tagging of a certain corner of the fandom and why you find it necessary to go on and on about the private life of Caitriona Balfe.

The thing that gets me is that you love doing this. You really do. It’s for the attention. You can’t get enough can you?  I mean, look what I’m doing? I’m giving you all the attention right now. Here, have all the attention you greedy little narcissist you!

In fact, you love it so much that I’m honestly convinced you believe you’re some kind of 7th wonder of the world, like the Taj Mahal or something… when really, in reality, all you are to everybody is a massive Taj- Meh- Nope!

Taj-Meh-Nope. I like it! It suits you!

So, Taj, with all this talk of Brexit, Boris Johnson’s hair and pole placement in Parliament – I wonder if it’s dawned on you yet that I’ve figured out where you are?

I mean, it wasn’t that hard to be honest. You practically tweeted the official Outlander_Starz account yourself!

Oh wait… You didn’t know I was going to use a screen-cap, did you? Do you think I should have mentioned this? How very Un-British of me! You Brits always ask permission to do things, right? Politeness and all that? Politeness, the drinking of tea and the ability to stand in a queue while complaining about the weather… that’s stereotypically your lot isn’t it? Well, it used to be till you came along. Now, it’s standing around, screen capping twitter accounts without consent, (from an android phone no less!) while bitching about a fandom you claim to be a part of. Way to ruin a stereotype Taj! Sheesh!

Therefore, I’m sure you won’t mind if I post screen-caps of your tweets in my blog. After all, as they say, A picture tells 1000 words and yours tell quite the fascinating story.

Firstly, you appeared on Twitter in October 2018. Considering we’re pretty much into December, that’s what? Almost 14 months? Well done. I hope you’re proud of yourself. The fact that Twitter refuses to shut you down after all this time proves there are glitches in the system that need to be fixed!

Secondly, you’re as predictable as flies sticking to shit.  You work in patterns. You tweet. You sound like a douche canoe. You panic and lock off your account in the hope of not getting caught. You spend a day or two deleting all of *those tweets* and then reopen your account- only to lay dormant till the next Outlander related event where Sam and Caitriona are in attendance so you can start your bullshit all over again.

Thirdly, you’ve had more name changes than Boris Johnson’s had negotiations for Brexit! (TJ, Taja, TJZ, Heavenly6179 and the bizarre 109876abfg just to name a few) and you’ve been reported to twitter under every single one of them. Sometimes though, when you think no one is watching-you give yourself a glow up. Like this:

Can we talk about this for a second? Firstly, let’s take a look at your use of emojis here. You seem pretty happy about something at a guess. Could it be that you were happy it was the first of November or could it be that you knew that I was planning to, after months of being trolled by you, going to deactivate my Twitter account? Of course, you did! That’s why you changed your handle. Indecently, this change occurred at 10pm November 1st, AEST. Exactly one hour after I deactivated. (I was chatting with friends on WhatsApp when it happened) which meant you knew exactly when I was going offline.  Yep. I left Twitter because of you. No wonder you were happy and wanted to party.

Naturally, you also knew that I tried everything else I could think of to be rid of you before I hit the deactivate button. Calling you out, getting mad at you, laughing at you, muted you, blocked you, blocked a majority of your follow/following lists and even culled my own account so I could be rid of anyone I thought suspicious. In a final act of desperation, I even changed my username and DP whilst in lock down so you wouldn’t find me. Truth be told, it confused the hell out of my followers when I did it. Took them a week to figure out it was me. You on the other hand, had no issues whatsoever when I unlocked again did you?                                       

Correct me if I’m wrong, Taj but… Isn’t this called stalking? I’m positive it is. Being married to a lawyer you’d realise that, surely? You can’t possibly be THAT stupid …can you, Taylor-Jane? (Shout out to your other toll account, Jane Sinner for that gem of a find! Oh and FYI – You’ve been reported under that name as well!) Taylor-Jane? The names of your Daughters? God, I hope not but, if they are, I couldn’t think of anything more disgusting! Using the names of your children to cover up your identity as an internet troll!  Remember how I said I was second hand embarrassed for your family? This is why! You are the absolute worst and belong in the bin! That aside, I’m going to continue calling you Taj-Meh-Nope. Like I said, it suits you!

One final thing before we crack on with business. There’s the issue of distance we need to discuss. Did you know I’m 15,196kms away from you and your stupid Android phone?  Geographically, that puts me over the other side of the world. Australia to be exact. Do you know where that is? Ask Sam. He knows. We made him eat Vegemite on toast and Haggis that was suspect at best on national television. We’re still trying to apologise to him for that- but that’s beside the point.

Why me Taj? What have I ever done to you? I’m curious as to why you singled me out for the “Trolling 101” treatment.

I’m not special really. I’m 5’1, 42-year-old Married woman with 2 cats. My star sign is Taurus. I have a part-time job in Customer Service. My favourite colour is purple.  I can’t cook worth a damn. I like to sing (albeit badly) and I love Whisky. I binge watch Outlander on a regular basis. What’s the problem?

I tweet about Sam and  Caitriona like you do … Oh wait, no…. You’re an aggressive #SamOnly aren’t you? You’re very anti- Caitriona. Extremely so.  As a rule, you’re quite happy to shit all over her and her work on the show. You don’t support her charities and you certainly don’t give a damn about any of her other recent projects like The Dark Crystal or FvF. You are however, incredibly interested in her private life.  In particular, certain “events” that took place in August this year. It’s not something she likes to talk about. The less said about it the better. In fact, anyone who even tries to discuss it – gets their asses blocked!

That’s why you tweet about it right? Because she doesn’t like to talk about it?  Of course, it is! But It’s not just that, is it, Taj-Meh-Nope? Being a digital advertisement for someone’s private life isn’t entirely the reason that you’re here. There’s the other reason. It’s the reason everyone is reading this. It’s the reason you’ve become a thorn in the Fandoms side. The reason you’ve become nothing more than a disease. A plague. A vile, disgusting, spiteful, hurtful, mean, nasty little troll.

Your abject hatred for Shippers. For a little over a year, you’ve waged a one-person war against this corner of the fandom.  Shipping is nothing new. Shipping happens in every fandom, in every genre around the world. Shipping has been a thing since the beginning of Fandoms and Outlander is no exception.  I hate to brag ( but fuck it, I am going to!) but the shippers in this Fandom are some of the funniest, sweetest, nicest, most supportive, creative and wonderful people I’ve ever had the privilege to call friends and I be dammed if I’m going to let you ruin that and take it away from me! Yes, we ship Jamie and Claire. We ship Sam and Caitriona. Hell, we even ship amongst ourselves and it’s great fun!

It’s OK. Everyone at Outlander HQ knows what’s going on and that we exist. They weren’t born yesterday. They don’t need you snitch-tagging for us. They don’t have a problem with it so why do you? I don’t know why you hate it so much to be honest. Let’s look at facts, shall we?

  • Shippers pay the big bucks at Conventions
  • Shippers do a better job at promoting the show than its own PR department and they do it for free
  • Shippers want to see Sam and Caitriona together at all the things, make the most noise for them at events and throw more support behind them when it comes to their charity work and non-Outlander related projects.
  • Shippers make the memes and gifs that Sam and Caitriona USE THEMSELVES online
  • In 99.99% of cases, it’s our side of the fandom that they tweet to the most.

I ask you, what is there to hate? I see nothing but positives here. Of course, Anti’s are similar in that –

  • They like seeing Sam and Caitriona at all the events
  • Support their charities and non-Outlander related projects
  • Are quite creative and unique in their own right

But, that’s where the similarities end. They have their own way… It’s just not ours. I talk to them. They’re not disgustingly horrible people as some would have you believe. They just see things differently and that’s OK. That’s cool. They’re still fans and at the end of the day, despite the differences, we’re all in this together and that’s what makes us The Best Fans Ever!

And then there’s you.  I mean, yes, this fandom has its share of trolls and stalkers. Ex-shippers and haters – we wouldn’t be a proper fandom if we didn’t have to deal with that- But you? You take the cake. You go beyond standard fandom fuckery rules and take things to a whole new level. Shit posts from a shit Human Being.

Taj, in this humble Australian’s opinion, there are pieces of poo in Tanzania that would make a better Human Being than you and, If I have to resort to pointing out that bits of shit in an East African country could, when stuck together, make a better Human Being than you –  then that’s saying something!

But, predictably, like I know you will, you will deny everything I’ve just said and continue your “Shippers are the worst ” trolling on the internet-  much like a religious zealot on a mission from some half assed God – With tweets that have about as much of an impact as a cold piss in a paper cup!

However, sometimes, just to mix things up a bit – You speak truth. (Not too sure about the rest of that tweet though. Hmm, I may have to come back to that. Also, where do you get off calling Caitriona, Cait? Only Sam gets to call her that!)

It’s true. You block shippers all the time. In fact, there isn’t a single one of us who would deny that you block us. I have proof. For example, here is what happens when I look you up from my main twitter account

If I were to ask my twitter pals – I bet, you a penny to a Great British pound that they’d see the same. We’ve all muted and blocked you in return. Realistically, that should have been the end of it. You can’t see us. We can’t see you. That’s what muting and blocking is for. To get rid of things you don’t want to see in your timeline.  Yet, no, matter how hard we tried- you decided to deal out your trolling cards and ‘up the ante ‘ (Pun most definitely intended) and you ended up with a hand like this:

Not that I’m about to call your bluff or anything but, the question I have Taj-Meh- Nope is – if you’ve admitted to blocking us all…. How do you get your hands on our accounts to screen shot them? This is privacy breach Taj. Surely your lawyered-up hubby has told you all about the Privacy Act?  Also, I’m not sure if you’re aware – but you see that screen shot you have of mine dated 17/05/2019? The one you RT’d?  It’s got the little lock symbol for a private account. My account was in lock down that week. I was cleaning it out. So, I am VERY interested in how you managed to get your hands on that screen shot. Very interested indeed.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the mystery as to how it is you get your grubby little hands on our tweets….

Maybe these screenshots here will tell us?

 

For fuck sake Taj-Meh-Nope!  It’s TUMBLR, OK?  TUM…BL..R!! If you’re going to stand on a soap box and preach to the masses (which at time of writing stands at a whopping 28 followers!) make sure you’ve got the names of your social media platforms down before you do so! Otherwise, you’re going to look like a right na-na aren’t you?

Secondly, and all jokes aside – You’ve a mole on the inside then? This tells me it’s someone everyone follows. Either that or, as well as your two troll accounts, you have another side account posing as a shipper!

This is a terrifying thought. You’re right. None of us know who you are online. But i bet people know who you are out there in the real world – and after they read this- they’re going to think so, so much less of you aren’t they? I’d imagine they’d think you’re lower than whale shit to be honest. But, remember – You did this to yourself. No one forced you to be an Internet pest.

Now, your claim that a Celebrity is onto me… What do you mean by that exactly? This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever read! I mean, of course I follow verified accounts on Twitter. It’s a thing everyone does. As you’d know -seeing as you’ve hacked my account so many times- that a few verified accounts follow me back. Including, but not limited to some of the cast of Outlander.

You know, your whole celebrity theory reminds me of a rather fun and interesting period of my life, and I feel I need to share it with you. I hope you like stories, Taj! This one is an absolute cracker!

Between 2007 -2014 I was heavily involved in the Melbourne comedy scene. In fact, I was doing Stand Up comedy on the amateur circuit. I was having the most wonderful time and i was doing great guns! As well getting gigs on a regular basis, I was writing regularly for YAWP magazine – which was an online publication that focused on Comedy, not only in Australia but around the world.  I was even lucky enough to write a spread on the history of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival – which, if I recall, was received very well.  (You’d know all about that festival wouldn’t you Taj?) as well as events local to my hometown like the Melbourne International Comedy Festival and the Melbourne Fringe festival. I was even a Stage Manager for a few small shows during this time – which was a wonderful experience and one I’ll never forget. As time went on, I got to meet some very, very Influential people in the industry – TV presenters, Producers, Network executives and, as luck would have it, I had a list of A list of Australian comedians that I could call friends ( and still do to this day) as long as your arm.

Sadly, due to suffering a nervous breakdown at the end of 2014- I had to give it up. I couldn’t do Comedy anymore. But, them’s the breaks. (There have been various other medical things along the way but they’re not important to this.) Thankfully, I’ve been able to keep in touch with most of these friends and it turns out that one or two of them have Comedy specials on Pay TV – Foxtel – as it’s known here in Oz -while others have gone on to make successful movies for both the local and overseas market. You’re not going to believe this but, some of those movies made by my very clever and talented pals have direct affiliations with SONY PICTURES.  It is also interesting to note that Foxtel airs Outlander here express from the U.S. What’s that got to do with the price of fish you ask?  Let’s do the math shall we? My comedy connections + Foxtel x Outlander / Starz= Sony!  Basic maths, of course, don’t want to over complicate things for you- but I’m sure after my friends have read this, they’d be more than happy to talk to some people for me!

Small world huh? Suddenly 15,196kms doesn’t seem so far away does it?

But then, maybe you don’t mean it that way. Maybe when you said a Celebrity is onto me you meant fan interaction, perhaps? It’s that thing they do that keeps folks interested. It’s part of their job. They love the interaction as much as we do and just like everyone else – I’ve had my fair share of likes and replies from the Outlander cast on Twitter. Honestly Taj, you belligerent wonder-numpty, you’ve lost me. Because unless you are legitimately jealous of my pinned tweet, where Sam congratulated me on my efforts since joining MPC  over a year ago ( which leaves me baffled as that has nothing to do with any of this either) – I really have no clue as to what you’re talking about.

Speaking of not having a clue what you’re talking about:

My friends and I are stalkers and trolls? I think you’ll find, if you examine the facts, Taj-Meh- Nope, is it is YOU and only YOU that is being the troll! A troll, that, in an effort not to be seen as a troll, calls out someone who is not a troll, for being a troll. Do you know what this is called Taj? It’s called Irony. This has more Irony in it than the song IRONIC by Alanis Morrissette! I kid you not! The main difference between your IRONY and her IRONY? Hers was IRONY everybody liked to listen to!

Again, with the assumptions Taj. The thing with me is, I don’t block for the sake of it. I have to have a valid reason for blocking someone. I’m not a petty blocker. if I was, then I wouldn’t have the following that I do. When it comes to this fandom I talk to (and hopefully make friends with) everyone. I don’t judge people. I don’t make assumptions.  Everyone has their favourite character and that’s fine. I live by one rule. If you’re nice to me – then I’ll be nice to you. If you’re capable of having a laugh and a civil conversation, then you’re OK by me.  That said, I will block idiots, morons, Trump supporters, gun lovers, bigots, racists, homophobes, God fearing single white men looking for love, anyone claiming to be in the American armed forces, The Prince of anywhere, any fake celebrity accounts and you!  Like I said, I need a reason. You are a reason. A daft, dim-witted, nope of a reason, I’ll grant you that, but a reason, nonetheless. And calling me out on my hypocrisy? Are you kidding me?! Do you even read your own tweets? Good Lord!

 

 

 

 

 

Nice little mention of my couple of backdoors there, by the way. Who knew they’d come in handy, flying things and all! Wait, hold up!  You think I don’t like Caitriona? Where did you get that Idea from?  It’s not like I’m the one who tweeted things like this:

 

You bell-end. You’re certainly not going to win any friends or favours with tweets like this. It’s not a good look Taj. Do you honestly think you’re going to get in Sam’s good graces by shitting over someone he not only works with, spends most of his time with but someone he actually cares about? I doubt it. I doubt it very much. And you have the audacity to think it’s the shippers who don’t mind their manners?  In fact, it’s a bit “pot calling kettle black” and its proof that your kettle is as black as fuck and you really need to clean that shit up! How hard is it to be mindful and show respect to others?

 

You know, like you want my friends and I to do?   it’s not that hard to follow your own advice and lead by example is it?

 

By the way…  You sure do mention Tony a lot in your tweets don’t you?  Why is that? No one else does. As I pointed out earlier, not something anyone talks about. Least of all Caitriona. Remember what i said about being a digital advertisement for someones private life? This is what I’m talking about!                                                                                                                                                                                         

In this tweet alone you’ve just admitted the following.

A) You know where a person can get their hands on this information and

B) In what format you are able to get it in!

This is absolutely astounding! Why are you like this? No one, not even an anti would post this publicly, Taj!  Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!

Let’s try another one. Surely, out of respect, you’d – Oh. No. I was wrong. Here you are telling everyone where they live (and business interests to boot) that by simply doing a search on the internet you can find out a complete stranger’s financial situation. Now look, one can argue that this is probably public knowledge already and blah, blah, blah and I’m sure he’s an honest, upstanding taxpayer like the rest of us. The point is, why do you think this something the Outlander fandom needs to know?  No one else, especially not shippers, give a toss about things like this. Come to think of it, most Antis don’t give a toss about this either.  Bit obsessive Taj, don’t you think?

Also, what’s a Goggle? Is this another Tumbler?? I’m confused.

Has anyone ever told you your spelling and grammar is absolutely atrocious? Because it is. Truly.

And what the bloody hell is this acronym? GTFU? What does that even mean?  Goats That Fly Upwards? Gary the Fat Unicorn?  Gather the Floating Umbrellas? Help a lass out here, will you?

You know, for a woman claiming to be married to someone in the legal profession (which, at this point, I’m calling utter BULLTWANG on by the way) you come across as a bitchy, whiney child who has just been told they can’t have any ice-cream. Honestly Taj, grow the fuck up!

Speaking of obsessive… what’s all this about. No one was asking for photos of Caitriona and Tony, Taj. NO-BO-DY! You don’t even have this many photo of Sam on your twitter account and for a hard core #SamOnly that’s pretty tragic and please, please stop hassling Eddie. Eddie doesn’t need that kind of ridiculousness in their life!

So, let’s recap. You troll me and mine on Twitter because we’re fans of Sam and Caitriona, we respect their privacy away from the public eye and we MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES DISCUSS THE MAN IN THESE PHOTOS!

Do you understand? This is why we do what we do, Taj. It’s so we leave shit like this alone. This is not what we’re here for. This is none of anyone’s business!

And yet… You can’t stop tweeting about it, can you? Are you hoping for a shag? Is that it? When you go to bed at night, is that what you dream about?

*Spoiler Alert! *  It’s not going to happen! No one is going to touch you with a 10ft barge pole so cut it the fuck out already!

Even folks you have nothing in common with are telling you to knock it off!

I was wrong, Taylor-Jane… maybe you are that bloody stupid!

Does your Husband know about this? Your daughters? Do they know that this is what you consider a productive use of your time? Because, if they didn’t… You bet your trolling ass they do now!

It’s safe to say you’re quite unhinged.

Twitter, the powers that be at Outlander Starz and their lawyers need to do something about you. The internet is not a safe place for anyone as long as you’re part of it.

You need to seriously think about what you’re doing and the consequences of your actions. Stop trolling. Stop with the screen-capping.  Actually, just stop. Period.

We’re all sick of you and your shit, OK? We’re tired and we’ve had enough. It’s time to pick up your toys, your tweets and your side accounts and go home.

In closing, I’ll leave you with this classic miss- quoted tweet of mine that sums up this entire situation perfectly,

*Eye roll*

No. I didn’t say that. I said ‘ leave it be’ not ‘let them be’ you moron!  God, I wish you’d get your facts right before you shit post. I swear, it’d make everything so much easier for you. At least you wouldn’t come across as a brainless bampot half the time! What I also said was “And above all, don’t be a Cunt!”  Which is exactly what you’ve been to me, my friends, to Caitriona Balfe and to the Outlander Fandom in general for the last 6 months but you cropped that out.

Time to find a new hobby, don’t you think?  Go design a tee shirt about candy or something. I mean, as long as you’re happy, Joe… right?

Take a break Brandi. The unfollow button is available for you.

May you be snitch-tagged for an eternity and kindly go fuck yourself,

Ceej.

PS: There’s one last thing I forgot to mention. You absolutely hate “Receipts” don’t you? You know? That which proves things are what they are? You’ve always hated those, and you’ve made sure everyone knew about it! Like, say, this one for instance. You should loathe the very existence of this one.

In one single receipt- not only have you given me permission to do what I have just done (Which means from a legal perspective you have just fucked yourself over. You don’t have a leg to stand on and can’t sue me for anything) but you have assumed Sam has a significant other.

Does he? That’s odd… He’s not said anything publicly about that. (And again, just like Caitriona, his private life is none of your damn business!) Well, isn’t this a turn up for the books! You can’t stand the idea of him being with his co-star… but at the same time, you’re making an assumption that he’s currently dating someone. That means you have a narrative all of your own that you wish to be true. You believe him to be in a relationship with someone of your choice. You posted, in a now deleted one of *those tweets, * you believed he was dating “She whom you wished him to be holding hands with while on the Red Carpet” ( Yes I saw that tweet. I’m not going to mention the person by name – out of respect – but I know for a fact you know who I’m talking about!) For the record, he’s not. They’re just really good friends.

However, to avoid any further confusion-I have posted a definition of what you’re doing below:

 

It’s OK. You can thank Urban Dictionary later 😀

xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Struggle Is Real – But It’s Gonna Be OK

It’s interesting to note the change over the last few days.  I feel better. I feel lighter. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can breathe again

 

 

With the exception of last night ( I was woken in the wee hours of the morning after dreaming of communicating with dead – and no, it wasn’t nice – the sound of the rain on the roof, a snoring kitten in my ear and a rather desperate urge to pee) I have been sleeping better and not waking up more exhausted that I was the night before

 

My stress levels are all but non-existent. I haven’t felt this stress free in a long time. (Granted, I need to go back to work tomorrow but I’m not about that right now. That’s a job for tomorrow me and she can deal with that in the morning)

 

The pings and dings of social media alerts have been silenced… and my heart is better for it.

 

 

Things to note, however.

 

  • Since switching everything off at 9pm Friday November 1st AEST … I find that I am still reaching out for and checking my phone on impulse. I have to keep reminding myself that I have removed the temptation for a month and so it is not there. It’s rather an odd feeling if I’m honest.
  • My productivity levels have skyrocketed. In the last few days I have:

 

  • Cleared out a ton of old files on my computer
  • Purged old links and rearranged my bookmarks and pages accordingly
  • Gone to the local council and arranged to have my Disabled Parking permit renewed for another 3 years
  • Arranged an appointment with OPSM – A month in advance
  • Called my bank and discussed current and future financial situation

 

  • My to do list keeps getting longer … which is very, very good! Admittedly, finding things to add to this to do list is a challenge unto itself, but it’s one I plan to tackle head on.

 

  • I started writing this blog this morning but got distracted. Ok, Ok, I confess! I got distracted reading a book, talking to my friends on WhatsApp, eating lunch, showering, discussing dinner options with the Hubby, doing a 30 minute Cardio workout, washing two days’ worth of dishes, watching stuff on You Tube, updating my LinkedIn Profile and calling my Father to confirm that yet again, neither of us won anything on the Melbourne Cup – but I’m back now and I promise you I am not going anywhere until this is finished.

 

 

Right. So, two blogs in as many days, huh? What do I hope to gain by doing that? Nothing really.

 

It just gives me something to do and stops me from caving in and switching everything back on.

 

Not going to lie. Today has been a hard day. Despite how I’m feeling emotionally at the moment – the temptation to turn everything back on is real and I’m only five days in.

 

Coffee has been consumed. Lots of it. More than my standard amount. That and continental pasta pot noodle have become the things I have turned to, to help get me through the next phase of this detox – The Withdrawal.

 

As mentioned in my previous blog, there is a small part of me that feels very isolated and alone and right now it’s screaming.  Screaming to be the centre of attention.  Remember how I said I feel like I’ve lost a limb? Well, I’m going through the Phantom stage now. I know it’s gone – but it feels like it should still be there.

 

Tomorrow I’ll be fine. Tomorrow I’ll be at work, being bitched at, yelled at and complained to about all the first world problems in the world – so I won’t have the time to dwell on anything in particular and, for the first time in over five years, I’ll consider that a blessing rather than a burden.

 

I mean, I still have IG, Snapchat and one of my old side accounts on Twitter open and active but they’re accounts I hardly ever use and I’ve only got them open so I can keep an eye on the activity of a couple of celebs I follow on my other two accounts. Interestingly, now that my other socials are switched off It has become so much easier to keep up with current events and I have a better understanding of how things are stand on the world stage at the moment but more on that in the coming weeks.

 

I’ve decided I’m going to do things this month. Really knock a whole ton of stuff on its head.

 

Hoping to get it all done by November 28th … (That’s the date I have to reactivate my main twitter account before I lose everything in its entirety), but we’ll see.

 

Anyway, it’s getting close to that time of day and I must away and do the things

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej

 

 

Outlander Social Media For LOL’s Series – Post 2. How I see the Outlander Fandom on Twitter

Firstly, I want to apologise for not updating last week. Truth was, I was rather unwell with a visit from Aunty Flo and I just couldn’t bring myself to write much.

 

It’s still Winter and whilst I can appreciate its need to be here on the basis of the changing of the seasons …… I do wish it would kindly fuck off. I mean, not to be disrespectful or anything – but I hate the cold weather.  I’m just not a fan. Even as I sit here in my comfy, oversize to hide the flab Sunday best- I’d still prefer it not to be cold.

 

The sun may be out at the moment – but I am not fooled by its namesake disposition. it’s cold as a witch’s tit – if you’ll pardon the expression (and see it as a nod to a certain scene in Se 1) and that’s all I have to say on the matter.

 

Right. Now to this week’s blog – and I warn you, it’s probably going to sting a bit. I’m not sure if I should apologise now or later -given the topic of choice – but I will say this. It’s not intentional. It’s just the way it is.

 

Firstly, let’s recap. For those who don’t know, I am writing a series of blogs that takes (hopefully) a humorous look at how the Outlander fandom represents itself on different social media platforms.  Last week I covered Facebook. If you haven’t read it – you can do so here: https://ranpotjam.com/2019/06/16/outlander-social-media-for-lols-series-post-1-how-i-see-the-ol-fandom-on-facebook/

 

 

This week it’s all about Twitter. That 280-character whip out your phone, quick as you please platform that has changed the way we communicate with each other. Twitter never sleeps. Ever. It can’t. And it’s amazing.

 

The Outlander fandom on Twitter is different to any other I’ve experienced, and I’ve been on Twitter for a long time. A decade in fact. I officially joined twitter in December 2009 – after many failed attempts) and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.  At the time, it was 180 characters and the newest addition was being able to retweet something. (You had to write RT, so everyone knew you were doing it)

 

In the beginning, Twitter was just an extension of Facebook. IE – Chances are, if you knew somebody on Facebook – you’d find them on Twitter and connect with them there as well.  However, unlike its very vanilla platformed cousin – Twitter has evolved over the last ten years into something more original. Something more daring. Something a little more outspoken (hence the increase from 180 to 240 characters a few years ago) and a place where 90% of the Outlander fandom prefer to play.

 

Before I get into the nitty gritty of Twitter though, I want to give you a bit of background info. Where I sit as far as both the Fandom and Twitter are concerned.

 

As I’ve already stated, I’ve been on Twitter a long time. As far as Twitter goes, I’ve been there, and I’ve done that. And I’m not kidding. My digital footprint on this platform is huge and chances are should we ever meet in person, it’s probably because we’ve found each other on Twitter first.

 

Twitter has become my safe haven, the place where, out of all the social media platforms, I spend most of my time.  If Twitter was a house -I’d say I’ve officially moved in and made this house a home.

 

In regard to the Fandom… Well, buckle up kiddies, I’m about to give you a dose of the Outlander Fandom on Twitter direct into your eyeballs.

 

You ready? …

 

Here we go:

 

  1. Followers/ Following

 

These are the folk you have connected with – one way or another- via the love of the TV show or the books. There’s not really much else to say here; except that knowing you all have that in common is it

 

  1. Mutuals 

 

Ok, now we get into the fun stuff (That was quick!) These guys are your tribe … or in this case, your clan. You know that no matter what happens, you’re all in this crazy, zany, weird AF journey together. You support each other. You lift each other up.  And, just like a clan, you go into battle if someone upsets one of your own. Take mine, for example. The folk I talk to on twitter and call my own are some of the funniest, wittiest, cleverest, creative, people I’ve ever (not yet) met. They can draw, write, make content for You Tube, make dolls, cards and other things. They can paint, sew and sketch incredible works that simply take my breath away. Then you’ve got your MEME QUEENS and THREAD QUEENS who I swear are out to kill me 11ty-7 times over on a daily basis. Let’s not forget the humble Gif makers. Nod of thanks to them as well. Without them I wouldn’t be here. I thank them for putting up with me these last few years. It means a lot.

 

If this was any other blog but this one – I’d end it there… but you see … I Cannae do that. Where would the fun be in that. The sole purpose of this blog is to see Twitter for what it really is. You still buckled up and with me back there??

 

Good.

 

If you recall at the beginning of this blog, I said that this was probably going to sting a bit. It is.  And if you’re willing to accept that; trust me when I tell you, you’ll come out of this just fine.

 

Firstly, as everyone is well aware – The Cast and Crew of Outlander are all on Twitter. It’s what they use to communicate with us. Naturally, if you are anything like me – You follow them, have your alerts turned on for every time they tweet something, have several lists created so you don’t miss anything, 84 years of bookmarked tweets for later and have a backup list of shouty swears every time system fails and you’re forced to scroll through your time line using nothing but blood, sweat, tears and a very determined ( and quite possibly calloused) thumb.

 

You live for the banter. You see whether any of your friends got a shout out, a like or a RT.  You see if you got a shout out, a like or a RT.  You do this every single day. It becomes second nature. As natural as breathing. It’s simply what you do. Your motto is “Can’t Stop/ Won’t Stop” and you don’t care. You are Twitter and Twitter is you. It’s almost like you’re in a real-life Matrix except … it isn’t … Because you’re not Keanu Reeves. And if you were Keanu Reeves, I’d ask you what you were doing here because you’ve kind of got Bill and Ted 3 to film. I mean, Wyld Stallion isn’t going to reunite on its own dude. … Anyway…

 

As much as the OL fandom on Twitter Is together – it is also miles apart and a lot of the time it spends its time spit down the middle one way or another.  Allow me to explain:

 

 

Shippers Vs Non-Shippers

 

This old chestnut has been around since the beginning of time and to be honest, I don’t see it fading into obscurity any time soon.

 

About a year ago I wrote a blog called ‘The Subtle Art of Sitting on The Fence’ and in it I tried to point out the fact that I am friends with everybody, and I refuse to take sides. How anyone chooses to celebrate this fandom is entirely up to them. As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone – why start anything??

 

Each side has their point of view. Each side raises decent argument for what they want to believe, and each side should just stay in their lane and continue on their merry way. That said, sometimes it doesn’t happen and then, when it all goes to pot – we can break it down to even smaller detail.

 

  1. Snitch Taggers

 

Snitch Taggers are the Anti’s Anti. They are literally lower than Whale shit and deserve nothing more than an almighty FUCK YE OFF THAT WAY PLEASE- before being hurtled into the sea never to be seen again. They are the ones who find it their *Duty as a fan* to tag certain members of the cast and scream “LOOK! LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT WHAT THIS PERSON IS DOING!  NO, REALLY! YOU NEED TO LOOK! LIKE, RIGHT NOW! THIS VERY SECOND!!”

One of the biggest mistakes someone in this fandom can make is try and engage these people in any sort of civil conversation. Honestly, it’s like trying to use a cheese grater to tie your shoelaces.  It’s completely pointless.  If you value your sanity or have any self-respect, don’t do it. It’ll drive you mad with their never-ending use of the word fuck. Everything they through at you begins or ends with the word fuck. For example, ‘Fuck Off’ is used quite a bit when you try and call them out on their bullshit.  ‘Fuck You’ is what you get when they realise you’ve caught them out on their bullshit. Oh and ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ Is what they throw at you when they’re trying in vain to defend their bullshit. It’s all quite tiresome rather yawn worthy. In some cases, it will even get you and your bullshit blocked.

 

Which is funny because …

 

  1. The Petty Block Squad.

 

 

The Petty Block Squad are unique to Twitter. These are folk who scroll through twitter and block people for the stupidest reasons ever invented. Some of them include:

 

-Because reasons

– Days ending in Y

– Someone they don’t know was minding their own business

– They had a partially valid reason 5 years ago and somehow in 2019 it still counts

– That hair tho

– Ugh

– Nope

– Ew

– Feels! How Dare!

– Today I have nothing in common with anyone. Perfect!

 

Oh, and one final thing. Stop bragging about it. What do you want? A medal?! Every time I turn around one of you is holding a big ass neon sign that says “I’m petty today! Everyone be impressed!” I get it.  You’re just Petty from the block.

 

..NEXT!

 

 

  1. Team Fraser Vs Team Mackenzie

  

Similar to the Shippers Vs Non -Shippers argument – this has also been going on since the beginning of time.

 

Alright look. We’re all adults here, right? …. Right? We can do this without throwing a hissy fit and getting hysterical can’t we?

 

We can have an open, honest …. Oh, stop sub tweeting!

Now as I was trying t- *Sigh* Will you get your finger off that mute button!!

OH, FOR THE LOVE OF…WILL YOU QUIT IT WITH ALL THE SHOUTY CAPITALS!! FFS!!

Repeat after me – You are not petty on the block! You are not petty on the block!

 

Apparently not then. Well, can’t blame a lass for trying I suppose. Me personally, I love both couples (There! I said it!)  and I’m happy Roger and Bree are now a permanent fixture in the Fraser Family story line moving forward – so suck it up and get used to it. Or, stop watching… whatever floats your boat.  Why you can’t accept that this is how things are now is simply beyond me. What’s more, your assholey, shitty, disrespectful attitude from both sides towards the actors also needs to stop. Ever stop to wonder why they’ve been so quiet lately? Maybe you might have had something to with that? Just a thought.

That said though there’s always room for

 

  1. Bots N Trolls

 

Bots run amuck in this fandom like there’s no tomorrow. Every other day I see some poor sap get sucked in by an account pretending to be a member of the cast. Guys be careful. If it isn’t verified – it isn’t them, k?  We good? You understand? I don’t need a 3D model of the obvious?? A Venn Diagram perhaps? Straws? Matchsticks and glue? Ye Olde butchers’ paper and pens??

No? Are you sure?

Sam isn’t going to have to make 84 years of IG stories explaining yet again that he’ll never DM you or ask you for money??

 

Good. Thank god for that. I mean, honestly, only a complete utter half-wit would fall for that. {**}

 

Trolls in the twitterverse are just as bad – if not worse than their Snitch Tag cousins. They come out of the wood work at the slightest opportunity to cause a shit fight. They’re target specific as well. Most of them target either Sam or Cait (Mostly on days ending in Y, just so you know) and it can get messy. More often than not their DP is generic or blank and they have next to zero followers. It’s a sad fact that we’ve all been caught up in rubbish from these idiots and we’ve got to pay more attention.

 

 

  1. Trumplanders

 

Oh, joy of joys, here we are… if all the other things I’ve mentioned today in this blog were in the toilet – Trumplanders are right at the back, near the S-bend. We’ve all seen them before. They come out, especially if the cast say anything on socials relating to the Environment, the current Political situation ( in any country), plastic bags, animals, human rights abuses, Global Warming  – you know, the important stuff that we as humans should give a shit about anyway – and out they come in their ones and tens of them, making unnecessary noise about the Orange Oompah Loompa they support and how it ‘saddens them to see the actors bringing attention to such things’ and can they ‘ just do their jobs as actors as that’s what they’re paid to do’

 

You know, after an outburst like that. You must be tired. So, allow me to offer you a chair – So you can take a fucking seat!

You also look like you need a drink. So, what I’m going to do is make you a big ass glass of shut the fuck up, OK?

 

Oh? You’re not a fan? Well, OK then. How about a freshly made mug of ‘As long as you’re happy Joe? That goes rather well with ‘Take a break, Brandi’ Biscuits. It’s a new addition to the menu. Hope you like it.

 

 

And there you have it. The OL fandom as I see it on Twitter. Yes, I know. I could have talked about TMS (Twitter Mum Syndrome), the eternal threads of doom – from which there is no escape, the fact that, as one, we panic if our leading man is absent from Twitter for more than a few days and many other things besides. Still even after all that, it’s still my favourite place to be.

I have to wonder just how much I am going to cop after I post this, but the truth is, I wanted to write this. Don’t worry, next week I have to flip a coin and decide whether I tackle IG or Tumblr… and that could be very interesting indeed.

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej

 

** This has actually happened to foks where people have been legit scammed by Twitter accounts claiming to be those belonging to the actors. It’s a terrible thing to happen and a really shitty thing to do. Please understand this post is meant for humor only and I mean no offense whatsoever. If you are one of those people who have been hurt by scammers and you’re reading this- I am truly, truly sorry x

 

 

 

 

Outlander Social Media For LOL’s Series : Post 1. How I See The OL Fandom On Facebook

Before I get into the nitty gritty of my blog for this week, I need to tell you all how my morning began.

 

It began with my 3-year-old, fully grown kitten desperately trying to stick her head inside an empty wine cask.  Several times. Without success. All the while making little kitten noises of frustration and disappointment as she slowly came to the conclusion that her dedicated plan of action was not going to work.

 

Oh, I would have happily captured it all on camera for you, dear reader… except one was so busy laughing her ass off at her fur baby and her exploits she all but forgot. Sorry.

 

If I’m being perfectly honest, it’s going to cover (I hope in a little more detail) one of the topics I covered in last weeks blog. Which, if you haven’t read -you can do so here: https://ranpotjam.com/2019/06/09/the-tale-of-the-catch-up-the-carry-on-the-nerdy-celebrations-and-the-tiring-twitter-stramach/

 

Note how I have made reference to social media (Notably twitter) and the carry on that ensued because a few bad apples were able to upset the apple cart. This got me thinking. This got me thinking a lot. In fact, I spent most of yesterday afternoon and this morning thinking about this – which gives you some idea just how much time I’ve spent thinking about it. (If you take into account everything else, I’ve done such as eat, sleep, watch Netflix, etc … I didn’t really spend that much time at all – but whatever)

 

I want to take a look at how the Outlander fandom operates across the social media landscape. Specifically, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram.  I know there are dozens and dozens of other different social media platforms – but the aforementioned ones are the ones I frequent the most and are therefore the chosen subject matter for today’s blog.

 

*Audible Gasping*

 

Yes, I know. Do I even dare?  Especially for someone who has only been part of it for a little over two years. *Braces self for the onslaught*

 

However, I’m feeling a little ‘standing on the precipice and staring deep into the abyss’ this afternoon – so I figured I’d have me a wee bit of a crack at it- Because why the hell not!

 

I just want to add, before I continue, that this isn’t a serious blog. I’m not here, with my Claire on, inspecting this fandom like “germs” under a microscope, OK? It’s just for fun and please keep in mind that this is solely based on how I view things. No outside influence whatsoever.

 

Right. I think I’ve covered that well enough. And if it’s not disclaimer-y enough for you then tough titties, I’m afraid. You’re not getting any more than that.

 

To make this easier for everyone I’m going to write about one platform at a time. To write about all four at once would cause my fingers to drop off out of sheer exhaustion and that would be somewhat problematic, I should think. I mean, how in God’s name would I pick my nose if my fingers fell off!

Anyway….

 

First up… Facebook.

 

Enjoy!

 

FACEBOOK

First off, I’m going to assume that the majority of the OL fandom who reside here are between the ages of 35 – 80

Secondly, I am also going to assume that there are fans who fall either side of that age bracket.

Thirdly, I just need to point out that every OL newbie starts their journey here. Depending on your point of view – it either gets better or worse from here. You’re free to make that choice.

 

Things You Need to Know

 

  1. Every FB group you join will tell you that their group is the best group out there and it’s mainly due to the people that are in it that makes it this way. They’ll CAPS LOCK that shit all the way to the grave and you better believe them. Because no one and I mean no one runs a FB group better than the Admins of the group that you’re in. Side note : Every FB group has more or less the same 3 stock standard questions you need to answer before you get approved. You’ll also be asked to observe the group rules. These are also variations on a theme. Mostly be nice, be kind, no hawkers etc etc …

 

  1. Be wary of the Book Purists. These people will try and shit on your love of the TV show every chance they get. They’ll dissect it from every angle, come at it from every direction and preach it from their little shit-seat-on-high. They love trashing the TV adaptation and can’t wait to tell you why they hate it so much. Mind you, these are also the very same people who only read the Jamie and Claire parts of the book because everything else is boring and Bree is a spoilt brat.

 

  1. TV evangelists will also suck the joy out of everything- much like their Book Purist cousins – except, when they do, they are quite similar to Gollum in that the TV show “Is their preciouses” and they won’t go near the books because “They ruins it”

 

  1. Spoiler Alerts are pointless. Completely and utterly pointless. The only reason *Spoiler Alerts* exist on Facebook (and ONLY Facebook) is to give someone who is an Admin of a FB group a power trip. Telling folks that their post MUST CONTAIN A SPOILER ALERT is dumb because the books have been out since 1992 and the cast and crew share stuff re the TV show publicly anyway and let’s not forget to mention ye olde Daily Lines- The ones DG writes herself. You know…. THOSE!? – so why bother? Oh, and if you’re going to come at me with you -“Oh, we’re doing it for the 000000000000000.01% of people who may not have read/seen it yet” – argument please don’t. You want to know why? BECAUSE SPOILERS DON’T WORK!! That’s why! Everyone reads the bloody things! They don’t prevent a goddamn thing! Stop it! Just stop! You look like a prize-winning numpty and it’s certainly not doing you any favours!  It’s a power grab. So, sit the eff down before you trip your power tripping Facebook Admin ass up and hurt yourself! No one wants a Spoiler Alert. GTFO with that shit!  (A/N… Wow… I may have gotten a little more serious with that point than I intended. I mean, I don’t want to give the impression it shits me to tears or anything… but yeah. Anyway, back to the fun!)

 

  1. Facebook is full of folk who can’t handle it when Sam Heughan says FUCK anywhere that’s not on the Outlander Blooper Reel. True Story. The End.

 

  1. The Facebook fandom is full of people who proudly tell everyone how long they have been a fan. Especially the ones that have been there since DG first put pen to paper. It’s almost like Mark Zuckerberg blessed them with a megaphone himself and gave them permission to use it – ALL. THE.DAMN. TIME! Now, to be fair, there are some that use their megaphone for good and whenever a newbie comes along, they endeavour to take that person under their wing (or megaphone in this case) and help them on their journey into the wonderment that is the Outlander- verse. But there’s always one… in every group there’s one. One who truly does believe they are the Oracle of the OL fandom. Their post is always more about THEM than about the subject matter at hand and are normally the first ones to complain to anyone and everyone if they feel they’re not being the centre of attention.

 

  1. TEAM FRANK / I FEEL SORRY FOR GENEVA live here. As does POOR ROGER and the I HATE BREE club. Not to mention the SAM IS NOT MY JAMIE/ CAIT WILL NEVER BE CLAIRE IN MY EYES Society. And that lot over there? Brooding in the dark corner? That’s the lot that want to bring the subject of RAPE into the equation. Enter into conversations with these people at your own risk. You may feel your brain fall out of your ear and end up a whimpering, crying puddle of its former self on the ground, begging you to make it stop. Or worse, you could end up in an all-in verbal brawl with them – and you get the comments turned off by a member of the Admin. In which case – I bow to thee oh great and mighty keyboard warrior. Crusher of keys! Slammer of fist on desk and colourful obscenities! Destroyer of all arguments presented and locker of comment threads for all time. I salute you!  Oh, and should you find yourself stuck with the weird mob brooding in the corner? My advice? DO NOT ENGAGE!

 

  1. In the deepest, darkest corners of the Book of Face you will find these horrendous, deformed little “knob-goblins’ known as trolls. They are everywhere and only seeming to want to come out to play whenever there is positivity to be had. They sit hunched over their keyboards waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Usually during a moment when the fandom is agreeing on something nice like how much we all wish for Sam’s long, lush curly locks to return or the Red Dress from Paris or that Jamie’s knees are truly something that need to be studied in depth .. for science. That’s when the trolls come out. Faceless and with 100% made up fucking names – they crawl out from under their rock and drop a comment like “You guys are all so lame – LOL! This show is lame! Y’all need to take a good, hard long look at what you’re doing” and it starts a shit fight like no other. Honestly? Stop. Just stop. Thinking you’ll get a semblance of sense from a troll – is exhausting and not worth the time. NEXT! Seriously, FUCKING NEXT!!!

 

  1. Facebook Outlander Mums. Facebook OL Mums are unique to this fandom. Mostly harmless and they stay in their own lane. Still, they deserve a mention because gosh darn it they are cute.  They say things like “Sam is old enough to be my Son”  or “ He reminds me so much of my Son”  or “ If Sam was my Son”  also, they are the biggest culprits when it comes to *worrying* about our leading man “ Oh, he’s so thin!”  “He looks tired. Are those bags under his eyes?”  “Is he eating enough?” “Does he take vitamins?” “Someone should tell him he needs *Insert magical unicorn blessed miracle drink/pill/injection/Self-help suggestion here* ASAP!” “He needs some sun. He’s so pale!”  …. You get the point.  I mean, they mean well and as I said, they’re cute but c’mon people… He’s a grown man of almost 40 and trust me when I tell you -he’s quite capable of taking care of himself. He knows what he’s doing. He’s surrounded by people who make sure of that every day.

 

  1. I didn’t think I’d make it this far and yet … here we are. Look, I know I’ve said a lot and I’ve mostly focused on what can only be described as the negative side of the FB OL fandom and maybe it is … but as I said at the beginning, this is not a serious blog and it was meant to be taken in jest. That said, over all, the FB side of things is a pretty positive place. Folks be kind, mindful and charitable for the most part and aside the things I’ve talked about here – drama is pretty low key in FB land and that’s a good thing.

 

 

So, there you have it. OL Facebook in a nutshell as I see it.

 

Do you agree? Disagree? Feel I’ve missed something? Let me know! Would love to know your thoughts!

 

Just think… I have to do this with Twitter next week. Metaphorically speaking – I may very well be dead and blogging from the grave!

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej.