Facebook – the faceless social network

This is unusual for me, posting twice in one day.  I wouldn’t feel compelled to do so but I’m annoyed with Facebook!

today, I obtained a nice, easy to remember domain name for Imagineer.  Great!  Naturally, it’s necessary to advertise the fact.  So, first things first, tell everybody on Facebook.  Simple. Or, well, no!  I enter the link info and it gets blocked,  It appears that I’ve fallen foul of a blanket ban on the provider, because a large (?) number of people misuse them.  I’ve no intention of spamming anybody, and my site doesn’t, as far as I know, contain anything offensive.  So, I send a message as Facebook suggests, to state that an error is being made,  The response?  Apparently Facebook don’t provide individual support on this issue, but thanks if it helps us improve Facebook!  SO I’m left stranded.  Fortunately, others like Smashwords  Goodreads, Twitter and LinkedIn don’t present the problem.

There are so many times I hate Facebook!

If you don’t know what the new URL is, it’s: http://www.imagineer.cu.cc/index.htm.

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About Steve

An author since the age of 13 years, writing again dominates my activities. My "Imagineer-ing" blog is my primary site. Also: Beginner knitter since November 2010. Favourite knitting techniques: cable and lace. Beginner cross stitcher. Beginner jewellery maker. With the promotion of self publication and all the other work that has been going on here, Dad decided around 2am this morning (22/11/2013) that it was time to begin his next adventure. He was seen off earlier the previous evening by myself, my brother, my sister in law, and my sister, as well as his wife (our mum), and an enigmatic being known only as A Lorraine. After this time of story telling, laughing, crying, joking and mickey taking, we saw how tired both mum and dad were, and we decided to leave them under the (sometimes) gentle care of The Lorraine. When Dad found the timetable for his travels, he let Mum know gently, which woke her from her drowsing, then, with the same gentleness he showed in this universe, he boarded his favourite mode of transport, the Interdimensional Steam Train, and set off with a smile and a wave. For those of us closest, that smile was a reminder that his pain has ended, and the wave, an indicator that he will pop in to all those that knew him, from time to time. Usually at the most inconvenient and in opportune moments he can. While we are sad that he is no longer here, we are happy he now has no pain, and is experiencing more extraordinary things that his writers mind will be frantically weaving into a new story. Posted by Son Damien

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