I don’t even know what the fuck I was trying to do anymore.
A couple of days ago I got invited to a Zoom call / conference with Twitter’s leadership. Or something— lord knows I’m not going to open the e-mail to verify what the fuck it actually said. Oh, hell, let’s avoid libel: it said specifically that ‘the X team’ (whatever the fuck that is) would be headlining the conference.
To my knowledge, there was no audience participation. My read on it was it was a sales call, if I’m using that terminology correctly. The e-mail I received had the salutation of, “Dear Valued Advertiser”. What?
In any case, I went there. They were five minutes late. Shit was boring, so I dipped.
And then, days later, I get an e-mail:
As we mentioned during the session, we’d love your feedback—please send any thoughts to [non-public e-mail].
As a special thank-you for attending, we’ll expedite your application to Premium Business—an exclusive offer just for you.
… Premium Business? That’s the Gold Checkmark.
Huh.
It’s not ‘an exclusive offer’ just for me. That’s bullshit. This is a sales e-mail.
But then I stew in that for a second, and I go, ‘let’s ask if it’s free.’ Because, I know it’s not gonna be free. I also know I’m not going to be ‘accepting’ anything from the Nazi Bar that Twitter has become.
But let’s ask.
I e-mail them.
It bounces.
They fucking forgot to make the e-mail account, the exclusive e-mail account, just for Kuzco, that they sent in this fucking e-mail.
I reply to the message. It’s a no-reply.
Okay.
I check the web form. Can’t ask questions.
Okay.
I have now e-mailed a third e-mail, a fourth method.
I know that there’s nobody at the wheel. I know that Twitter is a thing now that’s wearing something else’s skin. I’m well-aware of what I’m talking to.
And I’m not even seeking closure.
Now, at this point, I’m poking a slime mold with a stick and seeing if it starts spelling ‘fuck you’ back at me in the shapes of its many cells.
What the fuck am I doing?
There was a feeling I had. When I was denied Verification, even though I didn’t want the checkmark (I detest these things), I wanted to win the game. I’m eligible: give it to me. Give me the badge so I can throw it on the floor and break it. That was the original goal.
But then, as the years passed, I started asking myself… am I doing something wrong? Am I not good enough?
And that doesn’t matter to me. not anymore.
Soon, the question became, how does this system work? I want to win it. I win to win at it.
And then.
And now.
It’s not even that anymore.
Twitter is such a broken husk of itself, so dysfunctional, as Claude said, that the game I was playing cannot even be played with it.
Old Twitter is gone. I didn’t respect it, or its ways. I don’t respect Bluesky’s checkmark, and I don’t want to win that one, either. (I would seriously make a separate account if I got that one. Eww.)
But now… there’s no closure. There is no closure to this ‘game’ I’ve been playing.
Because Twitter isn’t even able to play it with me anymore.
They can’t even make a fucking e-mail account.
This feels like trying to play Chess with your grandmother, and she starts sobbing and you have to keep her from eating the pieces.
God damn you, Elon.
