4.26.2017

Three New Videos Up

Look out, people! I've put up three new YouTube videos in the past week:

The first is about updating my shop, which is coming along nicely.



The second features the installation of ... new floors on my prison bus!



And the third covers the steps I followed in building a backpack for my drone. The backpack turned out pretty well.



YouTube Revenue Rant

There has been a lot of chatter and complaining on YouTube (by YouTubers) about diminished earnings. This is all in response to a recent downtick in ad revenue with some sponsors pulling ads from the platform. I find the complaining borderline laughable. That any content creator makes money on YouTube at all is still surprising to me. I mean, it's great to bring in cash from making YouTube videos, but if that income source is drying up it might be time to diversify, tap other revenue streams, or just get a regular job. I can see complaining about an employer lowering your salary. But YouTube dropping ad revenue seems quite different to me.

#FuckMS

It was on Instagram where I first encountered the #fuckms hashtag. It was being used to tag posts featuring physical activity and vitality and health, all amid an MS diagnosis, so I quickly jumped on board and started using it. The #fuckms tag is definitely angry, and I'm not sure centering wellness on anger is a good idea, but I like its defiance and refusal to submit.



#fuckms is in use over on Twitter, as well. There it seems a bit more nuanced, as it's sometimes used to express the same kind of defiance ... but at other times used to capture frustration, sadness, and general woe about living with the disease. Similarly rich conversations under a "Fuck MS" header have taken place over on Reddit.


Of course, there are a few looking to make a buck off the #fuckms attitude and approach, with a few Etsy shops selling various wares with the hashtag. That always happens. 


So yeah: #fuckms. But as I've mentioned before on this blog, I don't intend to dwell in opposition to this disease. My intuition tells me that's somehow unhealthy in the long run.