arsonforcharlie:

jackironsides:

I really resent the way that the Overton window has shifted for online privacy, so that I sound like a hysteric when I say that I don’t want Facebook and Google to know everything about my life.

‘I don’t mind Facebook showing me pretty dresses.’

Cool! That’s the absolute least of what they do, though! They’ve experimented on inducing depression in their users! They actively interfere with elections! And they spy on everyone – not just their users, but all internet users. And they’re capable of working out who non-users are based on information their users feed them! Pardon me for thinking that’s not okay!

‘Advertisers don’t listen into your phone as much as everyone thinks.’

Cool! But they do fucking do it! And the amount I would like them to listen in on my conversations is none! I would like none spying! Zero tracking of my internet activity! Especially by companies who want to sell me shit!

Remember how in the 80s, ad companies would listen in to your private conversations in your house, and then send different catalogues to your mailbox as a result? No! Because they didn’t, and couldn’t. And people would have – quite rightly – considered that a massive invasion of privacy.

Remember how in the 90s, ad companies opened and read all of your personal mail, making copies to keep on microfiche, before allowing the re-sealed envelopes to reach your house? Because they didn’t, but it’s what Google does with your email! So they can serve you ‘more relevant ads’ in your inbox!

Why am I the outrageous radical for thinking that I should be able to at least partly control my own data? My own likes and dislikes? I’m not even proposing leaving the internet entirely! I didn’t even stop using Facebook because they’re shitlords, but because using it made me miserable. And I’m considering switching from Gmail to something else like Protonmail. I already use Firefox, and have an add-on installed that reduces Facebook’s ability to track me from site to site.

Why am I so strange for wanting to return to an internet where the people who serve me ads can’t name my age, postcode, eye colour, purchasing history, dietary preferences, and half-dozen closest friends without having to try to do it?

love that we live in a time where “hey, maybe a scenario that the tinfoil hat conspiracy theorists of yore imagined, where you were constantly being spied on and that data was used to adjust your environment to influence your political leanings and state of mind is…. not good?” is a weird opinion

manywhelps-handleit:

statictay:

Of course I think vandalizing wikipedia is bad because it feeds more into the idea that wikipedia is an unreliable source of information, however seeing people’s unending quest to add Gordon Freeman’s death to the article for All Dogs Go To Heaven 2 is so very, very funny

pusolart:

everythingfox:

Delivery for somebody sad

bramblesand:

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

mckitterick:

sighinastorm:

hispanicdisorder:

While undoubtedly designed as a research and conservation tool, and probably even valuable as a way for the inland ultra-rich to dine on extra-fresh red snapper, I choose to believe this is just one guy who likes to take his fish for walks.

portable supramarine exploration device

@janticsantics​