It is quite an interesting social experiment on the effects of surveillance and shunning. With the Blacklist gone, will more regular Twitter users more freely and innocently use spam bots and macros that garner them 20,000 followers in a few days with the exclusive intention of having a big friend list? Or is the fear of being blacklisted so internalized that, even without external monitoring, there will be no such friend-whore surge?
As a tangential issue, I feel kind of bad about this because a fellow Twitterer informed me that my half-joking threat to place the age-accelerated developers of the Twitter Blacklist on a special list for men most in need of antiaging therapy [with their sunblock-starved faces glaringly displayed for all to see, just so they would know how it felt to get placed on an offensive, humiliating list] actually reached their eyes and ears and hurt their feelings.
Apparently, in part, this caused them to back off and cancel the site, though I entertain no delusions and am aware that this whole incident may be apocryphal.
I would never have done anything like it, of course, partly because of the negative resonations that would have resulted, and partly because it would be a distraction from the breakneck pace of the fun happy posting we do here.
But they humiliated and embarrassed a really cool Tweeter [BamAzizi, we love you!! I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street l-a-t-e-r that week...] and I felt really bad for him and wanted to avenge his hurt feelings in a non-serious, frivolous manner, so I started tweeting about my plans to age-list the Twitter Blacklist crew, guessing that they might catch wind of it, since Twitter is actually a very small community, truly a small world, despite its range and growing popularity, and it is quite easy to converse with the busiest and most popular of Tweeters by just @-ing them a message. I am more of a broadcaster, though, spouting random opinions to whomever happens to be viewing, but the message still gets out there.
Regardless, the blacklist site is gone and the eremite is frolicking under the moon's starry fays and shuffling his feet on the glassy heath. But, nearby, a scale-strapped dracolich approaches. The wild recluse is unaware, but dream guardians will soon alert him and the dracolich will flee.