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Sticky back drastic, The pendulum of favour has a very unusual flavour, twerent me sir no sir twerent
The Cloud and I are finding that whilst perusing the daily feed, some of the blogs we follow are getting the ‘unfollow’ button activated without us going anywhere near it. I do stop following people, but if this is of my own choice, I do not come back again.
So, should it seem like you are in and out of favour like a River Dancer’s knee-cap…you are not. It is the power of the web getting sticky and picky.
Not the Cloud.
Not I.
Esme's Cloud 
I have done the same thing too. So I do understand where your coming from…
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Thank you. It is the nature of the virtual. I’m sure it upsets some people, so it seems worth mentioning these things occasionally. Myself and the Cloud like to oil the fickle fingers of the machine, make things a little easier on those who fret.
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Also, there are people who follow you, hoping that you follow them, and you start liking their posts, but totally ignore your work. I end up unfollowing them, and to me, its no great loss…
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Yes, I don’t expect those I follow to return the favour, you should only follow someone because you are genuinely interested in their blog, otherwise it’s all just so many meaningless numbers. A score card of who can collect the most followers. I’d rather have a small band who are keen, than a huge crowd, most of who do not give a fig about that which I post. No loss indeed.
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One fig… for you sonmicloud 😀
Don’t follow me – I’m lost… but stop by anytime!
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I’m laughing, thank you. It’s a rare thing for anyone to give one these days! I shall mash it and put it in a cake. That is the only way any sane person would consume such a thing 😉
I’m lost too, in the clouds though. There was once an anchor that stopped me from floating off, up into the troposphere, but the knot that connected it to my ankle was gnawed at by wolves. I’m lucky the Cloud caught me. Who knows how distant I might be now? But that was eleven hundred years ago, and since merging with the Cloud I have been able to dip in and out of this preternatural world, sampling and receiving it’s bouquet of people and thoughts. (Some smell rank as a fisherman’s sock, present company excepted of course.)
I have drifted once more there. Still, it is most pleasant to bob along on the waves of distraction and conjecture occasionally (every day with a Y in it.)
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I have only now just seen this explanation of why you would suddenly appear as if following me for the first time. More than once I asked, “What’s this”? followed by the statement, “How odd”.
Thank you so much for providing any of us who may have suffered from this strangeness with comforting words on the why of this mystery.
You know, I am sure you must know, that technology, as we have been warned in novels and on television, and even in the movies, is a fickle beast, one moment bringing all mankind together in a global village, allowing for us to aid one another with do it yourself projects, provide recipes for that special occasion, or just commiserate with someone who has lost a family pet, and then, oh, yes, THEN, the next moment wanting to enslave us all to the perpetual purchasing of products we have no need for, and that are, despite our delusion of control, and these things’, these geegaws and doodads of the Devil, disguise of shiny newness, nothing but the oppressors of our very souls! Beware! Beware, I say!
-The President and Founder
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I’m glad I’ve moved myself out of utter loon status by clearing that up. Easily done. And whilst here, I should also say that it was only two days ago that I realised I had used the title of your novel in one of my poems. Which would explain the possible puzzlement on your part as indicated in the comments section of said poem. My subconscious, (or the Cloud being mischievous which is far more likely), must have slotted the line ‘like no other’ in there having earmarked it as an excellent set of words in just that order….. and then nicked it.
Wary of the wares of any bees wearing beards shall I be. No fears there. Thank you President and Founder.
🙂
– sonmicloud.
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It will happen. Can’t be helped sometimes. Seen it plenty myself, poor old Withers was afflicted quite seriously as I remember.
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Poor Withers. How sad for him.
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