But Where Shall I Post

Kinda irritated with X again.

Here’s what I was gonna post. (I’ll put the bitching after.)

I was gonna say something along the lines:
“VASAviation, first best source for airplane oops news! The airline hasn’t released the gender of the pilots yet but it’s not all female, like the silly videos going around that Jeff’s been watching claim. You can hear the cockpit chaos and the yelling is male. I mean, wouldn’t it be great if sober, rested, well paid, grown up white men who had been hired for their test scores had never managed to oops an airplane?”

But X.com told me “you have reached your daily limit for this action. Add your phone number to remove the limit” when I hadn’t even (successfully) posted anything (it was 6:15 am when I started this process).

And why do they need my phone number?

I’ve had a NO going on about that since always. See post from 2012 when White Mountain Puzzles wouldn’t mail the (physical, tangible) jigsaw puzzle I had ordered unless I gave them a phone number.

All of my enemies already have my phone number, I just don’t like the cheek of these small time entities who think disclosure should be default.

Oh yeah, back when I was wondering why the Trumpster doesn’t have his own site? Then he made one. I tried to join it, just out of idle curiosity. Nope, not without a phone number and YOUR FREE GOOGLE VOICE NUMBER ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH IT HAS TO BE YOUR REAL ONE.

Not that curious.

My darling gets up and vaguely remembers me playing him cockpit recordings at 5am. He says, “So, you came across some phony recording with voice actors, claiming that wasn’t a planeful of girls?”

Right. This must be the real one XD

https://www.instagram.com/asherpress/reel/DGRC27aSLG6

[Edit end of Mar 2025 – to add the funniest thing I ever saw in my LIFE, in perfect whiteguy-ese!

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Okay let’s share stuff.

I decided to switch over and be an X fangirl when I heard about Elon Musk refusing to censor reality! And posted away, happily, for a while, but now they want my phone number, so I’m out on the sidewalk. Again.

Here’s what I would have shared on X today.

Cried. I WEPT over that. So much sadness. The glory of an era being led away to her grave, and still beautiful.

When you’re done crying, read the top comments and get ready to bawl some more as the old mariners put the sadness into poetry.

Look at that beautiful ship compared with one of the silly new ones in the background, and she was double the speed, too.

Edit: I stand corrected and beg your pardon. The purpose of a cruise ship is not to get from point A to point B, so the speed doesn’t matter. The cruise ship is itself part of the destination, so it’s okay if it goes at the speed of the floating apartment complex it resembles.

United States could cross the ocean in four days. Compare to QM2 (now our last ocean liner) that does it in seven, but again, probably okay since it’s for people for whom time is not the biggest factor. Is your first thought that money might be? But QM2 isn’t more expensive than a flight! –as long as you buddy up, since it’s ppdo.

I think I shared this at one point. It’s 15 seconds of intense life lesson to not do things you’re not supposed to do.

And a funny. Perfect white people entertainment, there. Watch to the end.

Social media applications mobile screen“/ CC0 1.0

Cuz I need a featured image for my index page feng shui. Boy is that image from old times to have Google Plus on it. I miss Google Plus. I’ve been floundering around ever since that went byebye.

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