When Facebook Promotes You Without Asking

 Orange tabby cat lying on a hay bale surrounded by pumpkins, corn stalks, and autumn leaves in a cozy outdoor fall scene.

Sights and Scenes of an everyday perosn- Banner’s deep thought mode

🎬 A creator journey I never applied for — featuring two cats, one confused human, and a whole lot of watch time.

A black cat wearing eyeglasses sitting on a wooden desk with books and papers in the background, creating a scholarly and humorous scene.I think I may have mentioned that Facebook has officially designated my Sights and Scenes page as a creator. That’s the page tied most closely to my blog, Arounddustyroads. When I first saw the notification, I blinked at it like it was a surprise pop quiz. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it felt like a promotion. Promotions are good, right?

I’d joined the ranks of those internet icons I like to follow. Sure, I’m the tiniest newcomer in the creator universe, but at least I earned the title. Of course, I wasn’t sure how I earned it… or what it would take to keep it. But I’ve been finding out.

📌 1. Apparently I Qualified by Accident

Facebook seems to have given me the designation because I regularly share my Arounddustyroads posts on the page, and those posts then get shared to my personal page. This creates “activity.”

So after all these years, Facebook decided I’d been around long enough to get the upgrade. Not much of a promotion, really — more like a “fine, you’re still here, take this.”

But the biggest difference? As a creator, I can actually earn money… eventually. I can’t do that from my personal page.

This is where I made my first mistake: I assumed “creator” meant “fun little badge.” It actually means “Congratulations, you now have homework.”

📌 2. The Requirements Are… Hilarious

If I want to qualify to get paid, I have some minimum standards to meet. After I got through laughing, I said what the heck — I might as well work toward it. It won’t be quick and probably not pretty, but it’ll give me something to do.

Here’s an example of the requirements:

For Facebook Reels:

  • 5,000 followers
  • 60,000 minutes of watch time in the last 60 days
  • 5 active videos
  • Follow FB’s content guidelines

 Social media analytics dashboard showing view counts, watch time, engagement percentages, a line graph of activity over time, and charts breaking down views by content type and by followers versus non‑followers

Maybe in my next life. But let’s see how long it takes to even get close. What’s that saying? A journey begins with the first step. Well, I’ve taken mine… and immediately tripped over it.

📌 3. My “Team” Is Not On Board

Two cats sitting behind a news desk with papers and a microphone, styled like TV news anchors with a “WMEO 9” sign and a cityscape studio background.My stars, my partners in crime, my teammates — Banner and Balboa — are not the most willing or cooperative coworkers.

I’ve been following them around with my camera for three days. Have they done anything cute? Of course not.

 

Banner has decided to become a philosopher. This morning, he assumed full Thinking Mode on the human toilet — sitting on the closed lid like Rodin’s “The Thinker,” staring into the middle distance as if pondering the mysteries of the universe.

Naturally, this happened the exact moment I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, no camera anywhere within reach. He knows. He absolutely knows.

Balboa, meanwhile, has taken a vow of invisibility and only appears when the camera is off. I swear he can hear the “record” button.

I guess they don’t want to be the next internet cat sensations. I need those five original videos, and apparently my cats have decided to unionize.

📌 4. The Creator Warning I Should Have Taken Seriously

I remember watching a creator explain how they got involved (wanted public speaking experience) and how it morphed into a full‑time job. I couldn’t tell if they were happy about it or not — the message felt more like a cautionary tale.

Well, I’ve been a “creator” for a week, and I can tell you:

Yes. It’s a full‑time job.

There’s planning, filming, editing, posting, tracking, adjusting, and then repeating it all again because Facebook says you need “consistent engagement.” I’ve had jobs with fewer steps.

📌 5. Here’s the Bottom Line Orange cat lying on a closed white toilet seat with one paw draped over the edge in a light blue bathroom.

So here I am — promoted without asking, assigned a job without training, chasing cats who refuse to perform, and trying to rack up 60,000 minutes of watch time like I’m running a tiny, chaotic television network out of my living room.

Will I ever qualify for monetization? Who knows.

But I’ve decided something important:

If Facebook wants me to be a creator… then I’m going to be the most stubborn, persistent, dripping‑wet‑post‑shower cat‑wrangling creator they’ve ever seen.

And if Banner wants to sit on the toilet and contemplate the meaning of life instead of helping, that’s fine. I’ll film him next time. Even if I have to sprint through the house in a towel like a deranged wildlife photographer.

Because one way or another, this creator is getting her five videos.

 

HOW TO VACATION IN KEY WEST

Sloppy Joe's Bar on Duval St Key West

🌴 What Not to Do in Key West

A Dustyroads Survival Guide for America’s Favorite Tropical Fever Dream

🌞 Key West: Where Logic Takes a Vacation and Never Comes Back

Helicopter over US1 in the Florday KeysYou’ve made it to the Keys, bless your brave little soul. You survived the iguana speed bumps of Islamorada, the deer gangs of Big Pine Key, and the “is this road drunk or am I?” experience of US‑1. At one point I even saw a helicopter hovering over the highway like it was checking on the mental stability of everyone making that drive — and honestly, fair And now, as your reward, you get to watch a sunburned housecat with emotional baggage square up against an iguana on Duval Street like it’s pay‑per‑view.

A few steps later, there’s a man painted head‑to‑toe in metallic gold, perched on a milk crate, silently judging everyone who doesn’t understand why this week’s unofficial island theme is “neon pineapple serenity.”

Key West is America’s last surreal fever dream — a tropical snow globe someone shook too hard and then decided to live inside. It clings to the bottom of Florida like a barnacle with seniority and a strong union.

Reality shows up, gets carded, and is politely escorted out by a man in unicorn pajamas who also owns three hotels and a scooter rental business.Concg Replublic flag , the flag od Key West. Blue backgrouns with sun

Keep your shoes on. Something in the sand probably bites. So before you wander too far into the Conch Republic, here are a few things to keep in mind — little survival tips to help you enjoy the island without becoming part of its folklore.

🐔 1. Don’t Start Anything with the Chickens

Key West Rooster expresses his displeasureKey West chickens are not pets. They are tiny feathered authority figures with generational confidence and zero fear of humans. Their ancestors arrived decades ago, decided the island was theirs, and never once paid rent.

The roosters strut like elected officials. The hens? The hens are the real muscle. I met a couple built like linebackers — broad‑shouldered ladies who looked ready to write me a citation.

Try to shoo one and you’ll get a stare so intense it’ll make you rethink every decision you’ve made since 1998.

Get too close to their chicks and you’ll find yourself sprinting toward a hotel lobby like you’re being chased by a very small, very angry HOA board.

Respect the chickens. They run the island. You’re just visiting.

🦎 2. Don’t Expect a Real Beachsandy beach with palm trees

You might arrive thinking, “Island, ocean, sunshine — perfect beach day,” and you may even bring an inflatable flamingo with the kind of optimism usually reserved for lottery winners. But Key West doesn’t care. None of that matters.

Key West is coral, seaweed, and sharp prehistoric things that do not care about your vacation fantasies.

If you want soft, powdery sand, grab the next boat to the Bahamas. If you want coral shards that slice through flip‑flops like warm butter, try Key Largo. I did. Once. I still have emotional scars.

Smathers? Man‑made. Higgs? Acceptable if you enjoy sea lettuce and the faint aroma of sunscreen mixed with toddler rebellion.

Key West isn’t a beach destination. It’s a vibe — and the vibe is “We tried. Sort of.”

🍹 3. Don’t Go Looking for Jimmy Buffett’s House

Colorful Margaritaville sign with Jimmy Buffet's namePeople come to Key West convinced Jimmy Buffett is still tucked away somewhere, strumming a guitar and handing out margaritas like party favors.

But Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live at an address. He lives in a mood.

If you really want to find him, you don’t need a map — you need a blender, a porch chair, and absolutely no guilt about doing nothing for the rest of the afternoon.

Where does he live?

Margaritaville. Population: anyone who’s decided they’re done with stress for the day.

Directions?Spilled salt shaker

First star to the right and straight on ’til morning. Bring sunscreen. And a salt shaker — you never know when you’ll lose it.

So pour your margarita, take a breath, and remember: It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.

🚫🚗 4. Don’t Try to Drive on Duval

Sweet heavenly biscuits, do not attempt to drive on Duval Street. It’s not a street — it’s a living organism made of tourists, glitter, questionable decisions, and humidity.

You will encounter:

  • People who forgot how sidewalks work
  • People who think Key Lime Pie grants temporary immortality
  • People spiritually, chemically, or Key‑West‑enhanced
  • Outfits that should come with warning labels

And then the performers:

  • Pirates
  • Mimes
  • Pirate‑mimes
  • Fire jugglers
  • Six chihuahuas dressed as mermaids
  • A unicyclist going the wrong way while singing ABBA

Drag Queen in red shoe. Famouse show drop for New Year's eve in Key WestMy best memory? New Year’s Eve on the gay end of Duval — wall‑to‑wall people, electric energy, and the famous drag queen shoe drop. I had a front‑row seat at a show and got dragged onstage to dance with the star. The crowd roared. The island vibrated. It was magic.

Duval is unforgettable. But it is absolutely no place for a car.

Park somewhere sane. Walk like the rest of the dehydrated pilgrims.

🐾 5. Don’t Skip Hemingway’s HouseBlack Polydactl cat looking very judgemental

If you go to Key West and don’t visit Hemingway’s house, the cats will know. They’re polydactyl — extra toes, extra judgment.

These cats are island nobility. They roam the property like tiny monarchs, lounging on furniture and accepting admiration with royal indifference. I have no idea how many there are — just a lot. Enough to suspect they’re running the estate.

The house itself is a sunlit time capsule of Hemingway’s life. You can practically feel unfinished manuscripts drifting around.

And of course, Hemingway made Sloppy Joe’s legendary — looping us right back to Duval Street.

Visit the cats. Pay your respects. They were here long before you.

📍 6. Don’t Expect the Southernmost Point to Be Empty

Southernmost point buoy, Key west FlThe Southernmost Point buoy is a celebrity. The line wraps around the block like it’s handing out concert tickets.

You’ll see:

  • Families in matching shirts
  • Couples trying to look romantic while sweating
  • People arguing about whether Cuba is visible (it’s not)

Take your photo. Smile. Pretend you’re not melting.

Pro tip: Take your picture from the side. No one will know. No one will care.

Go once. Move on. The buoy isn’t going anywhere.

🌅 7. Don’t Miss Mallory Square at SunsetFamouse trained cats of Key West in Malloery Square at sunset

Mallory Square at sunset is Key West’s heartbeat — a nightly circus of jugglers, acrobats, musicians, fire performers, and a cat who jumps through hoops like it’s auditioning for Broadway.

Locals, tourists, dreamers, wanderers — everyone stops, faces the water, and watches the sun drop into the ocean like it’s the final scene of a movie.

When it touches the horizon? The whole square cheers. Every single night.

Grab a drink. Find a railing. Let the sunset remind you why people come here and never want to leave.

🌴 And That’s Key West

Key West is a tangle of contradictions: chickens with seniority, beaches that lie about being beaches, sunsets that put on a full performance, and an island reality that wanders off whenever it feels like it. It’s the place where you danced with a drag queen, dodged coral shards, admired royal cats, and discovered that sometimes the best directions really are “first star to the right.” It lingers long after you leave — loud, strange, unforgettable.

Crowds gather in Mallorty Square, Key west to watch the sun set

The Cardboard Box Wars Have Resumed

Large Amazon cardboard box on my dining room table, the infamous THE BOX that sparked the cat wars.

🐱 The Cardboard Box Wars: Summer Truce Broken

Banner and Balboa sitting shoulder‑to‑shoulder at the sliding door, peacefully watching the summer yard together.Ah, the living room truce. It was too good to last. The cardboard box war wasn’t over — it was merely suspended, much like certain conflicts in the Middle East. A ceasefire, not a peace treaty.

All summer long, the boys were peaceful. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the window, watching squirrels, crows, and humans riding lawn mowers. Once they got over the noise, it became their morning entertainment. A live-action nature documentary.

But summer is ending, and the cats are getting restless. The squirrels are still out there, perpetually hungry and hiding nuts, but apparently that no longer holds their attention. And I — their long-suffering hooman — accidentally reignited hostilities.

📦 The Great Box BreakdownStack of empty cardboard boxes on the living room floor, ready for the Great Box Breakdown.

It started innocently. I noticed the recycle bins were empty — a rare cosmic event. I can never figure out when they get emptied, so there’s never room for anything. My cardboard box supply had become a mountain.

So out came the X-Acto knife. Banner and Balboa watched closely. I swear I saw a tear in Balboa’s eye.

I kept one box to hold the flattened cardboard. The plan was simple: take all but one box to the trash. They’ve been sharing a box in the living room all summer, peacefully coexisting like two diplomats who finally learned to take turns.

🚀 The Orange Missile Strikes

Banner sitting proudly inside THE BOX on the dining room table, claiming it for the first time all summer.I was down to THE BOX — the large box that was the focal point of the spring wars. I reached for it with high hopes of reclaiming my dining room table.

Then it happened.

A furry orange streak launched itself like a ballistic cruise missile. Banner was on the table and inside THE BOX (for the first time all summer) before my hand even got halfway there.

Tail up. Paper crinkling. Banner settling in.

The box had been reclaimed at the last possible moment.

🔄 The Power ShiftBalboa sitting deep inside THE BOX, surrounded by crinkled packing paper, claiming it after the power shift.

Like any good peace negotiator, I let the moment settle. I figured Banner would lose interest, and I could attempt a stealth removal later.

But when I returned from taking the other boxes outside, the situation had changed.

Banner was now in the living room box. Balboa was in THE BOX.

A full personnel swap.

🏳️ The War Resumes

Believe me, I know when I’ve been beaten. The Box Wars have resumed. Someday I may regain the use of my table… but today is not that day.

Banner and Balboa battling over the cardboard box, one inside and one reaching in — the Box Wars fully resumed.

 

Kitty Poo Club Day

cardboard litter box set up in front of striped curtains and on brown rug

The Usual Morning Routine

Most mornings follow a predictable pattern: feed, scoop, give treats, then retreat for a nap. Zoomies are optional but usually included if someone uses the litter box right after breakfast. Banner and Balboa know this schedule by heart. When I finish scooping, I can always count on them sitting like furry statues in the living room, waiting for their treats.

When the Monthly Routine Changes

Once a month, everything shifts. The Kitty Poo Club box arrives, and I drag it inside (literally — it’s heavy). With three fresh litter boxes, it’s more than just a quick scoop. It’s open the box, assemble the new trays, carry each one to its proper location, pour in the fresh litter, then deal with the old boxes.

My Box‑of‑Poop Phobia

I scoop the poop out before sealing the old boxes with tape and re‑boxing them. That step is just me being phobic. I can carry a bag of poop, but a box of poop? No thank you.

The Cats Know Exactly What’s Happening

Here’s the funny part: Banner and Balboa know exactly what’s happening, and they hold their poop until the new boxes are ready.

As soon as I swap out the first box, there’s a stampede to see who gets to christen it. Whoever wins gets the first poop. The loser trots off to the bedroom and sits politely beside Box #2, waiting his turn. Once Box #2 is set up, he hops in and does his business. I guess it’s their way of marking territory.

Why We Use Three Litter Boxes

The third box is the “extra” box. I’ve always followed the recommendation of one more box than cats: two cats = three boxes. That way there’s no waiting, no fights, and almost never an accident.

A Flashback to My Three‑Cat Household

Years ago, when I had three cats, I used three regular plastic boxes and one automatic litter box a neighbor gave me. My tuxedo cat claimed that automatic box as his personal royal privy. He guarded it and refused to let the others near it. Some cats take their bathroom politics very seriously.

 

A Longer Month Means Grumpy Cats

This month was a long one between checks — five weeks instead of four — so I had to delay the Kitty Poo delivery. Judging from how fast Banner and Balboa raced to the fresh litter, I think they were unimpressed with that extra week. They probably compared it to us using a porta‑potty or a gas station restroom. You all know exactly what I mean.

Back on Track With Kitty Poo Club

But we’re back on track now with a regular four‑week delivery. I do love Kitty Poo Club. Disposable litter boxes are so much easier than stinky plastic ones — and clearly, Banner and Balboa approve

Disclosure

This post includes an affiliate link. If you use it, I may earn a small commission — which Banner and Balboa assure me should go toward maintaining their monthly “fresh box” tradition. Thanks for supporting my little corner of the internet.

 

WMEO Special Report: It’s National Toasted Marshmallow Day!

An empty WMEO 9 news desk sits in a brightly lit newsroom. A microphone and two sheets of paper rest on the desk, and multiple blurred screens with news graphics appear in the background along with a city skyline.

This is an WMEO Special report. Our anchors are on location tonight.

We bring you live from the WMEO campground, a full report on the marshmallow celebration for Toasted Marshmallow Day. Our intrepid reporters, Banner and Balboa, are on location tonight, investigating the state of marshmallow toastiness across the region. Early findings suggest high fluff levels, excellent golden‑brown technique, and one missing marshmallow (Balboa continues to deny involvement).

Cartoon versions of two cats sit by a small campfire at night, each holding a stick with a marshmallow over the flames. The orange cat on the left and the black cat on the right are roasting marshmallows in a simple outdoor scene with a dark background and grass at the bottom.

[Live‑Mic Moment] (Audio crackles. The campfire pops.)

Banner: “You burned mine again!”

Balboa: “It’s called caramelization, genius.”

Banner: “It’s called sabotage.”

Balboa: “You’re lucky I didn’t eat yours for evidence.”

(Producer voice off‑screen) “Uh… we’re still live.”

Both: “Oh.” (awkward pause, then cheerful tone)

Banner: “Back to you at the desk!”

Stay tuned for updates as the investigation heats up.

 

Two marshmallows on a wooden stick roast over bright orange flames, with the marshmallows turning golden brown as smoke rises from the fire.