Rant ~ Remove Yourself From Twicsy!

I’m totally going to go nergeek on you in this post.  How you ask?  I’m going to give you a step by step, tutorial with screenshots and instructions with pretty colored arrows.  That’s how.  Why you ask?  Because you probably didn’t realize Twicsy existed and that even after you delete your Twitter account…the pictures you tweeted, live on.  What is Twicsy?  They say: "Twicsy is social pics."  It's a Twitter picture search engine.

If you’re me however, when you search your ‘Virtual’ self to make sure it isn’t cross-referencing your ‘Real Life’ self for professional reasons, you stumble upon your ‘Funsies’ Twitter intertwined with your ‘Professional’ Twitter.  DAFUQ?!?!  Exactly.  This is what I looked like if you were my laptop screen looking back at me when I made this discovery…

Courtesy of using canva.com

See, what had happened was….I retweeted something as TCA, which should have been retweeted by “Real Life” me.  The content (pic) retweeted is directly connected to volunteer stuff I do.  OMG.  Yes.  Totally.  I know right?? I mixed up the two accounts.  Effing dolt.  At the time, when I retweeted this pic tweet as TCA, I realized it right away and deleted it.  Or so I thought.

The search of “Toaster Cum Ass” listed TCA in a few places – Twicsy being one.  AND HOLY SHIT.  That tweet was STILL OUT THERE AS BEING RETWEETED BY TCA!!!!!  DA. FUQ.

Needless to say, I went into a brief hysteria.  I Googled “how do i get my profile not to show in twicsy?” and the very first result I clicked on:

http://blog.agatapiekut.com/twicsy-never-forgets

THANK GOODNESS FOR AGATA PIEKUT @gatadreams !!!  Thank her for having blogged this information back in February.  Without her info, I would not know where to start because my hysteria had taken hold.  I followed instructions, which were slightly vague, yet pointed me in the right direction.  With my awesome skeeeeeellz, I found exactly what needed to be done – and let me tell you, Twicsy PURPOSELY makes it difficult for you to find.  So, being that I was in hysteria and then pretty pissed off that to remove my profile was CAMOUFLAGED, I decided I MUST BLOG THIS.  I MUST TELL EVERYONE in cyber space how to delete their profiles from Twicsy. *GRINS* Because it’s bullshit.

Since there will be several screenshots and instructions, I decided to make it an actual PAGE of my blog so it’ll be easier for people to find, reference and share.  Click the link below:

Remove Yourself From Twicsy

FYI - Google yourself or search yourself on Twicsy to see if you show up. Why? I searched my real life twitter results (which is a smaller account [really small Lol]) and it doesn't generate any information on me on Twicsy.  But I didn't check first, I just started the process to remove my real life self from Twicsy, but couldn't.  Because I wasn't there.  Duh.

Happy removing!!!  If you have issues, email me at lenorexavier@gmail.com I'd be happy to help you go through the motions.

Though if you don't have my issues, I guess Twicsy is good per this article:

http://www.killerstartups.com/social-networking/twicsy-com-search-pictures-shared-on-twitter/

Your choice.

Funsies ~ Product Review

I thought it would be fun to write a product review of my new Kikkerland Pressure Point Massage Pen.

One night scrolling through my Home TL, I stumble upon a tweet showing a picture of a pen saying something about how it was a hit with the ladies (I tried searching for the actual tweet but couldn’t find).   I, of course, excitable to anything that vibrates, replied asking where one might purchase such a fine product.  I was @ back with the Amazon link.  So ordered, it was.

I was indeed excited when it arrived and opened immediately.  Yes, I did take the time to read the ‘Before using for the first time’ info, cause, nerd.  And for further nerdiliciousness, here are product specs, as listed on amazon.com:

Item Weight:  1.4 ounces

Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.8 x 0.8 inches

Item Model number: 4300-A

Batteries: 1 AAA batteries required. (included)

Once the battery tab was removed, it was ready for use!  It seemed very simple to use.  The following are actual instructions:

“To write: Twist tip until pen emerges”  – I don’t know about you, but that sentence alone caused a twitch…LoL  ‘twist tip…until emerges’.  I digress.

“To massage: Press massage tip firmly against desired area.  Keep pressing to continue vibrating sensation.” – Mmmkay.

As a writing tool, this reminded me of the Pilot Brand, ‘Dr. Grip’.  It wrote just as smooth and the thickness was similar, less soft grip and with a slight bigger girth. I was pleasantly surprised that it wrote as well as it did! 

As a ‘Pressure Point Massager’, I tried it on my temple as shown in example of woman using on hers.  I also tried it on the pressure points as shown in hand and foot example.  All areas seemed to be fine being vibed.  Nothing extraordinary.  I did decide to try on two areas that I have experienced mild ache during a work day – my neck and shoulders. Although not noted on their literature, these two areas for me, felt fantastic.  I sit at a computer all day, typing, talking on phone, and constantly using mouse and keyboard.  The pen provided a distraction as well as a quick mini massage.  I didn’t actually use it at my desk lest I peak curiosity from co-workers as to what the buzzing sound was.

Ultimately, the product is as it claims to be – a pen and a massager. However, the underlying question still remains.  Is it a vibrator in disguise??

Vibrators vary in shape, size, speeds and functionality.  For the purpose of comparison, I’ll use a simple bullet vibe  to contrast the massager pen’s power, if you will.  I was going to use on my pussy, but my cat just wouldn’t stay still.  The buzzing noise made her want to fight it.  (Got ya there didn’t I!  Ha ha!)

Here’s an audio clip of each, you can hear the difference, hence allowing you to make your own assumption about power of the pen.  Makes this saying silly, when I twist the words around: ‘The pen is not mightier than the vibe’.

Funsies ~ Sibling Stories

I miss my siblings.  I have five.  Well, three technically that I grew up with. The other two are ex-step siblings, whom I still consider siblings, if that makes any sense.  We won't go there, the whole 'ex-step' in itself is mind-boggling (If you knew the story, but you won't, cause I digress.  LoL In my defense, it's 2:35 am EST.  And my blog is for funsies.  So there.)

I am the oldest of four, with a considerable gap (nine years to be exact) between me and the second oldest, Crazy. Growing up, I was almost like the mom to my sibs as both my parents worked nights.  Crazy and I are the closest because of this fact.  This blog post is categorized as 'funsies' because I wanted to share a few childhood stories that make me laugh to this day.  She may not want me to tell them, but too bad so sad.  Maybe she should read my blog more often - cause she won't know I'm telling you unless you tell her.  LoL  So, shhhhh.

Story One ~ 'Why I Don't Game'

On my thirteenth birthday, I had a sleepover.  My dad pitched a tent in the back yard, set up the Nintendo (yes, the original) outside on patio.  I was so into Nintendo's Legend of Zelda, I received the Nintendo Magazine to learn tips and tricks, blah, blah, blah.  I played hours on this game.  Long story short, Crazy, age four, 'accidentally' erased the memory for Legend of Zelda.  I was DEVASTATED.  The world ended.  I cried. And cried.  And loathed her that day.  My birthday.  I never gamed like that again.  I never got into a game, putting in hours and hours to find and defeat and enjoy the challenge ever again.  (Until Plants vs. Zombies, but that's neither here nor there.)  The ironic thing?  Crazy is a gamer.  She's got mad skills in many games, but her poison is Halo and COD.  MAD.  Like amazefuckingballs mad.  It has been some time since she played with life changes in the past few years (her ex's took her XBox TWICE! If that's any indication of her gaming skills! Those haters. LoL), but when I say mad skills, dudes would be 'reluctant to play her' mad.  They would always want to be on her team (if team mode).

Story Two ~ 'Smell This'

As gross as it might seem, wait, nevermind, it is outright gross, but whatever, we were kids. I love my sister, yes, but she was annoying when she was younger.  Those of you with siblings (or even multiple children) understand this. I believe she was around six or seven when I started doing this to her.  I used to fart in my hand (shut up, yes, TCA fucking farts, so what - you don't?), call her to me and tell her to smell this.  In my closed fist, she would stick her nose and take a HUGE whiff. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.  You would think she would learn, but she didn't. Even funnier, I have done it a few times in adulthood.  LMAO

Story Three ~ 'Wait For Me!'

At some point in early adulthood, you end up living back at home with your parents for a short time to either help them or yourself get back on your feet. I've had to do that a couple of times myself.  I think I was twenty-one or twenty-two, just out of the Air Force.  Crazy was in middle school. My parents had just moved to Georgia from Hawaii; they were living in an apartment complex.  As with most apartment complexes, you usually take your trash to the trash compactor dumpster. Our complex had a pull up and throw into type set-up.  There was somewhat of a ramp that took car high enough for one to be able to throw their bag of trash down into the dumpster. Crazy and I would go together in my truck (I drove a white Toyota Tacoma Prerunner); I would drive, she would jump out and fling the bag into dumpster. On this occasion, I started to drive away slowly as she threw trash bag, she didn't notice.  When she did notice, she started running yelling 'Wait for me!'.  Of course I slowed as she got closer, then I started off again slowly.  She started running full speed and just about caught up (I'm not going fast at all, mind you.) when I slammed on the brakes.  Needless to say, she ran right into the back of the truck. No, she didn't get hurt.  Yes, I am an asshole sister.  So what, we still love each other.

That's it for silly stories of me and Crazy.

I wanted to share a video also, a show actually, that Crazy and I would watch together.  We absolutely loved it and watched it often.  I found it on YouTube a couple of nights ago, which prompted the idea of this post about her.  The below video is an actual, full length show of comedian/entertainer, Steven Banks.  This probably falls into the nergeekiness category for both Crazy and me.  Enjoy!

Steven Banks Show (Showtime 1989)

And last but not least, a song to close this post out.  Crazy used to watch Barney (yes, which ultimately means I had to watch it too) and she would always sing this song and want to hug me.  I hated it at the time because I thought she was such a pest, but through it all, I loved her as an annoying pest.  I love her still.  She's my sister.  I love my sister.

I Love My Sister (Barney, 1992/1993)

Celebrate your siblings, the bond you share (Well, I hope you have what Crazy and I have.) with a sister and/or brother is priceless.  If you don't it's okay, maybe it's a step-sibling, cousin or long time friend you consider sibling like.  Cherish the people who matter in your life.  Tell them how much you truly love them and exactly what they mean to you.  They will appreciate it and even reciprocate the sentiment!