Like a Motorcycle
Do not send a me a You Tube link. You Tube is wholly owned by some mega-corp. Doesn’t work for me unless it is really an educational and short link. I don’t even have Tic-tock. Or twitch. Or twitter.
I don’t use AI, no Chat or other iterations of software agents. The built-in, online “spellcheck” is as close as I get, but as we all know, “Auto-Correct is the enema.”
Scraping through older entries, I found one of my older, rather lengthy copyright notices. Ran something along the lines of:
Do not copy or reuse in any format without expressed written consent from the author. astrofish.net and related subsidiary publications cannot be retransmitted, republished or otherwise copied and distributed without prior written permission.
Which, in retrospect, should cover web scrapers sucking up material for AI-generated dross. Besides, just how many liberal-leaning, central Texas, fishing guides who quote Shakespeare write horoscopes?
I’m not really active on social media. Years ago, I automated as much of the task of distribution as possible, and I can’t seem to recreate the steps, now.
So it’s simple, see me in person, best information is at astrofish.net/travel. The website is the only place to find me, these days. Dumps to various outlets, but they should all point back to here as the original. I rarely answer messages on the social media platforms. I’ll answer an e-mail faster than a phone call or text.
Like substack and other, similar platforms, my simple horoscope mailing list is the easiest way to get this delivered unto thyself.
Simple. Easy. Keeps me from being cranky, and I don’t have to stay abreast with the latest trends in social media, marketing, and customer relations.
Like a Motorcycle
I’m too tired.
