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

šŸŽ¬Ā 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.

šŸ“Œ 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 ā€œactivity.ā€

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 ā€œfine, you’re still here, take this.ā€

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 ā€œcreatorā€ meant ā€œfun little badge.ā€ It actually means ā€œCongratulations, you now have homework.ā€

šŸ“Œ 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.

šŸ“Œ 3. My ā€œTeamā€ Is Not On Board

Two cats sitting behind a news desk with papers and a microphone, styled like TV news anchors with a ā€œWMEO 9ā€ 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 ā€œThe Thinker,ā€ 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 ā€œrecordā€ 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.

šŸ“Œ 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 ā€œcreatorā€ 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 ā€œconsistent engagement.ā€ I’ve had jobs with fewer steps.

šŸ“Œ 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.

 

“And They Walk Among Usā€ — Featuring Bizmanic

ā€œRed wheelbarrow with wooden handles next to a caution sign reading ā€˜Not intended for highway use,’ highlighting a humorous and unnecessary product warning label.ā€

Proof That Common Sense Isn’t Common

Have you ever heard the expression ā€œAnd they walk among usā€ — usually said with that tone of marvelous disbelief? Then we laugh and shake our heads. How could anyone be so stupid!

Well, I’ve found a creator who has built his entire brand around calling out these moments. His name is Bizmanic, and he has perfected the art of showcasing the everyday absurdities of the human race.

Some of his greatest hits include:

• Are You Smarter Than the Average Customer

• Top 20 Complaints

• Top 10 Entitled Customers

• Top 10 Dumbest Reasons Someone Got Fired

• Complaints From Entitled People Who Went on Vacation

• And the best of all: a list of ridiculous product warning labels

There are probably more, but honestly… aren’t these enough?

Let me give you a few examples of the kinds of stories he tells — and yes, these things really do happen.

Story Box 1 — The Comcast Call

Let me give you an example. This is a story about being a call center helpline representative for Comcast aka Xfinity. You know, that company we all love to hate. Callers are mad before you even have a chance to pick up the phone. I’ve even answered this very same question.Ā  So here it is

I can assure you this really happens. I spent nine years at Comcast, several of them in that same tech‑support queue, and I have personally answered this exact question more times than I can count. Back then, before everyone switched to streaming, the cable box was the only clue people had. Now your smart TV just taps into Wi‑Fi — but if the power is out, nothing works anyway.

Story Box 2 — The Blockbuster Puppy Incident

Do you remember Blockbuster Video? Rows and rows of VHS tapes and DVDs lining the walls.

A customer once walked in, looked around at all the movie cases, and asked:

ā€œSo… where do you keep the puppies?ā€

I still don’t know what movie they thought they were renting, but I sincerely hope they didn’t leave disappointed.

Story Box 3 — The Grocery Store Beef Revelation

Then there was the customer who was shocked — genuinely shocked — to learn that beef comes from cows. This was brand‑new information to them.

Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not let this person do my grocery shopping.

But like I said, the warning labels post was the best. These are the ones that make me question Darwin. Survival of the fittest? If you need these warnings, how are you still walking among us?

A few gems:

• ā€œDo not iron clothes while wearing them.ā€

• ā€œNot for contact with eyes or genitals.ā€

• ā€œRemove child before folding stroller.ā€

So folks, if you want a good laugh and don’t mind someone poking fun at the absurdities of life, you have to check out Bizmanic on Facebook. He’s proof that common sense isn’t common — but at least it’s entertaining.

 

Clickbait Has Entered the Chat — And I’m Not Having It

orThe curse of Oak Island is a major clickbait site. Photo of Alex Lagins and text is perfect example of the misinformation presented


My Feed Has Become a Circus

Okay, friends. I’ve got another gripe, and this one has been simmering like a pot of pasta water you swear you’re watching… right up until it boils over.

Let’s talk about clickbait — those dramatic, over‑the‑top posts that show up in your feed looking like they were written by someone who gets paid per exclamation point. They pop up on Facebook for me, but honestly, they’re multiplying like gremlins everywhere.

And here’s the funny part: for all the talk over the years about ā€œfake news,ā€ these posts are out here proving that plenty of people besides politicians love throwing that phrase around — and sometimes for good reason.

Oak Island: Apparently Everyone Is Injured, Missing, or Quitting

If you follow The Curse of Oak Island, you know exactly what I mean. According to my feed:

  • Alex Lagina has had 47 near‑fatal accidents
  • Marty has quit the show at least six times
  • Billy Gerhart has been injured, hospitalized, abducted by aliens, or all three

I binge‑watched episodes just to check — not a single mention. Not even a dramatic limp. So unless the finale involves a plot twist where everyone suddenly reveals their secret injuries, I’m calling nonsense.

Skinwalker Ranch: Clickbait’s Second Home

Then there’s Skinwalker Ranch. Recently the rumor mill insisted Dr. Travis Taylor was leaving the show to join Ancient Aliens.

Except… he’s been on Ancient Aliens for years. This is not new orĀ  dramatic. This is not even mildly surprising.

But clickbait doesn’t care about facts. Clickbait cares about CHAOS.

Josh Gates: The Internet’s Favorite Target

And poor Josh Gates. The man can’t sneeze without a dozen fake headlines appearing:

  • ā€œJosh Gates hospitalized after mysterious expeditionā€
  • ā€œJosh Gates fails dangerous Bigfoot missionā€
  • ā€œJosh Gates quits everything foreverā€

Meanwhile, Josh is probably somewhere eating a granola bar and minding his business.

Expedition Bigfoot: The Latest Victim

Last night I saw a post claiming Expedition Bigfoot was canceled because of a ā€œmajor discovery.ā€

Sure. And I’m the Queen of England.

No announcement or source. No evidence. Just a dramatic headline and a blurry photo of a forest.

Why This Drives Me Up a Wall

I miss the days when the internet was a place to get information, not a scavenger hunt where every clue leads to a website that looks like it was built in 2009 and written by a caffeinated raccoon.

If I want to know whether a show has a new season coming, I shouldn’t have to dig through twelve fake news sites, three AI‑generated thumbnails, and a pop‑up asking me to ā€œaccept cookiesā€ like I’m entering a bakery.

Is It Just Me?

Please tell me I’m not the only one drowning in this nonsense. If your feed has become a carnival of fake headlines too, pull up a chair — we can commiserate together.


 

When Technology Takes a Coffee Break

🐾  My Morning Link Routine Hits a Snag

For more than ten years, my mornings have followed a familiar rhythm: coffee, sunrise, and a quick click over to The Animal Rescue Site. One tap earns food and supplies for shelter pets, and sharing the link on Facebook helps spread the word. It’s a tiny ritual, but it feels like a good way to start the day — a little kindness before the world gets noisy.

Lately, though, my dependable routine has hit a pothole.


šŸ’» The Mysterious Case of the Spinning Share Button

Since the New Year, Facebook has decided to get… dramatic.
I click ā€œShare.ā€
Facebook asks, ā€œWho can see this?ā€
I choose ā€œPublic,ā€ like always.
And then — nothing. Just spinning. Spinning. More spinning. Enough spinning to power a small wind farm.

It’s the digital equivalent of someone nodding politely while slowly backing out of the room.

I’ve tried refreshing, reloading, coaxing, pleading, and even giving my computer the side‑eye. No luck. The share button has apparently taken a personal day.


šŸ• Why This Matters (At Least to Me)

I wrote a blog post ages ago promising readers that if they ever misplaced the link, they could always find it on my Facebook feed. It felt like a simple, reliable promise — until Facebook decided to reinvent itself on January 1.

Now I feel like I’m letting people down, even though the problem is clearly not on my end. Technology has a funny way of making us feel responsible for things we can’t control.


šŸŒ¬ļø Letting Go (Just a Little)

So here’s the update: I’m still clicking daily. The animals are still getting their points. And I’m still trying to share the link — even if Facebook is currently acting like a moody teenager who refuses to come downstairs.

If you’re looking for the link and don’t see it, that’s why. I’ll keep troubleshooting, and hopefully Facebook will snap out of its New Year funk soon.

In the meantime, consider this a reminder that even the smallest routines can go sideways — and that’s okay. Life, like a dusty road, is full of bumps, detours, and the occasional spinning wheel.

Longest Dirt Road in The World

 

Polite Dinner Conversation

I still have a couple of more stories from the Horse Show to share but I haven’t had time to prepare the photos so I’m going to take a break from that topic for today.

I was noticing on Facebook that lately my newsfeed has been full of religious posts and political posts. Luckily my friends haven’t stooped to sexual posts yet (for the most part).

It makes me wonder, didn’t anyone ever teach them that the 3 things that are never to be discussed at the dinner table (ie polite company) are religion, politics and sex? Now don’t get me wrong. I likeĀ  religion, politics and sex but in small doses…moderation in all things; balance in life.

What particularly annoys me is when 1 friend posts 20 or 25 posts in a row all about how to be saved or how God in her life is carrying her troubles. Come on. I got it after the first one or two, especially when you considered this person doesĀ this multiple post thingĀ two or three times a day.

prayer

I friended her because when I knew her she was an interesting, dynamic person. She had lots of things to talk about. Now it seems saving the souls of her facebook friends is all she can talk about…that and her weight loss. I don’t want to un-friend her but I would like my newsfeed back to normal.

god

It’s like religious spam. Don’t get me wrong. I respect her faith and her right to hold it close. I just don’t need to be reminded about it constantly. Ā ( I have many very religious friends of all persuasions and only this one thinks it’s ok to spam)

Now on the political side. All these posts about Obama… all bad too…are a waste of space. I get it. The person/ persons posting this dribble didn’t vote for Obama and takes great pleasure in pointing out his shortcomings. What I don’t get is why I should care (Ā whether I voted for the man or not. ) It’s done. He won but soon he’ll be done. He’ll be out of office before you know it. He can’t run again. Ā Move on. If you want to make political commentary then do it in an intelligent manner. How about discussing (please note I said discussing) the affordable health care law?

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How is it affecting you? Research it so your comments are backed by some understanding. Too much of it is just sharing a political cartoon over and overĀ .Ā  I love a good political discussion when it’s factual and well researched.

I have one friend that used to get wonderful , thoughtful discussions going on everything from the war on terror to gun laws.

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His comments were always well thought out and researched. His friends that commented didn’t always agree but they were as articulate and informed as he. It made for some lively reading. I enjoyed it but he’s gone. Facebook got too trivial for him.

A few of my crude friends do occasionally post a “like / share “on a sexually explicit photo. I don’t know what gets into them because they know better and they would be the first to yell if they had children and saw it on their feed. I’m sure they just didn’t use good judgment. They just didn’t think.

So here’s the bottom line, then I will rant no more until the next time. šŸ™‚

If you want to save my soul, please do it in moderation. If you want to raise political awareness, please do your homework, and if you want to look at sexually explicit photos,Ā  please don’t share. Remember what your mother should have taught you…Never discuss religion, politics or sex at the dinner table.

disclaimer: I don’t wish to offend anyone. These are just my personal observationsĀ of my own newsfeed.