Hi Friends:
Have any of you been robbed lately?
You’ll never believe what Mark Zuckerberg did.
He trashed over a hundred photos of mine. Gone. Thrown away like garbage.
But they weren’t garbage. They were era memories. My eras! Not Taylor’s. Mine. If they had been Taylor’s, I bet she'd have them back by now. I bet if she googled why all of her beloved Facebook photo albums disappeared…I bet she wouldn’t come up with a stupid “technical issues” excuse.
“Technical issue” my big, fat derriere, Mark.
I want my pictures back!
Boohiss.
If you can’t tell I’m peeved about this, mostly at myself, I'll tell you that I am. I know it's not literally Mark's fault but he is captain of The Book (a/k/a Facebook), right?
A few months ago I tried to download every stinking photo off of Facebook. Doing so was painstakingly tedious (by design?). I ditched the effort and stupidly hoped they’d always be there.
You get what you pay for.
They. Are. Gone. In part because I/we pay zero for Facebook.
Boo-bloody-hiss. Being robbed feels like #*&%.
After depressing, online research as to why it may have happened (sorry, not buying the technical-issue morsel, Mark) my guess is because I had all albums' audience set to only me.
Why? Because that’s how I wanted it.
There are still dozens of random, public photos of mine on Facebook. I thought those were enough (too much!). Who really cares about another person’s random photos any way? I thought I was doing people a favor by setting the darn albums to private. Enough of ourselves already?
Well, sucks for me because they are bye-bye.
You get what you pay for.
Right around the same time that Mark trashed my albums, I received notice from Microsoft saying that if I didn’t sign in to Microsoft I would lose photos and files. I heeded the warning.
How mature of Microsoft to send a heads up.
If I hadn’t just been robbed by Facebook, I might have ignored it. At least they warned me.
(Mark, you should get with Bill to borrow genius ideas.)
Thank you, Microsoft.
In a Microsoft gallery I found 13,000+ photos. I’ll survive without the vanished Facebook albums.
PTL
If you haven't heard, we are moving. As I was going through Diana’s stuff I found two cameras. I took the cards out. I own those cards. Only I can decide whether or not they’re better off in the trash.
The photos on those cards are now on my website. The Book can’t throw them out. Other than sharing this blog on The Book, I will not be storing future photos there.
Facebook could certainly make this post disappear from their site but they can’t delete it from my webpage. I pay for my webpage.
Anyway, if you can’t tell by now that this is a Facebook rant blog, I admit that it is. But it’s also a you-never-know-the-photos-you-will-find-on-an-old-camera JOY blog.
Thank you for reading!
Love, Shelley
Truth Time:
What I'll miss most about our first house: The back view and getting to Hartsfield-Jackson in 30 minutes.
What I'll miss least about our first house: This neighborhood has more screaming leaf blowers day after day than any other neighborhood in the United States. (Don’t quote me on that but I bet it’s true.)
Guess what else is true: I haven’t had even a sip of alcohol in five months! That’s not coming from a problem-drinker-in-the-making. But it was an ever-present weekend habit that I didn’t really enjoy to begin with:
Hello more energy.
Hello more clarity.
Hello more hydration.
Hello better sleep.
Hello real me!
A few photos from the camera cards:
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