I’ve been on twitter for about a year, following news feeds, adding commentary here and there, and slowly building my (like-minded) follower base.

Last night, after responding in an innocuous way to an innocuous tweet, my account suddenly was frozen.  A warning box popped up and told me I was a bot. Say what?

I attempted to contact twitter support but was unable to send a message because, you guessed it, my account was frozen.  I had to log out of twitter in order for the message to go through.  Within the hour, I received an automated response:



So I changed my password three times and my account was still frozen.  I deactivated my account and reactivated it–still frozen. (The deactivation did manage, however, to delete all of my followers.)

I sent Twitter Support a snot-o-gram and told them what I thought about their customer service–which is, incidentally, non-existent.

To commemorate the occasion of my banishment I changed my twitter photo to outer space and my personal pic to an inukshuk.  An inukshuk is a stone structure build by the Inuit of the Canadian North. They are built on shorelines as navigational guides for other travellers.

I’m hoping the fools who developed the algorithms which froze me out find their way–and my followers.



In early April, a bus carrying members of the Humboldt junior hockey team collided with a tractor-trailer in rural Saskatchewan, killing 15 of the 29 aboard.  The kids ranged in age between 16 and 21.

It’s hard to explain what hockey is to North America, especially to Canadians. It’s backyard hockey rinks in the winter and road hockey in the summer. It’s those early morning hockey practices your mom wakes you up for at some ungodly hour in the morning because playoffs are around the corner. It’s watching Hockey Night in Canada on a Saturday night and listening to the familiar voice of Ron Maclean do the play-by- play. It’s as quintessentially Canadian as the frigid winter air and coffee double-double.

So Canadians–and many Americans–are leaving their hockey sticks out for Humboldt.  Rest easy, fellas. This game is yours.


Photo courtesy of Mike Carter


Yes, Virginia, Global Warming Is A Thing.

I’ve been spending a lot of time on Twitter lately–all in the name of advancing logic and facts on a social platform where common sense and civility go to die.

So when weather services tweeted about the freakishly cold weather we’ve been having, climate deniers who have zero understanding of what it is chime in with what they think are witty ripostes. Example: “Right, global warming! It’s so hot out I can’t stand it! [insert many laughing face emojis]”.   These geniuses confuse weather (the daily changes in climate) with climate change (the pattern of weather over time) which, in turn, is a feature of global warming.

When I read these tweets I explain the difference and link the tweet to the Nasa website. I’m sure they don’t take the time to educate themselves, but I’m hoping they might think twice before tweeting their nonsense the next time the weather services tweet a forecast. But I won’t hold my breath.

Speaking of NASA, it’s an awesome site. The photos are breathtaking. Here’s a photo taken by the Hubble space telescope of baby stars inside a Nebulla.

Hubble finds infant stars in neighbouring galaxy

And since I missed International Woman’s Day, here’s a photo of Nancy Grace Roman, aka “Mother of Hubble”, at the Yerkes Unversity in 1948 where she was working on her doctorate.  It wasn’t until the last decade or so that female NASA experts were even acknowledged.


I really hope it gets warm soon.  I need a break from the Twitterverse.