The videos that pop up, the unsolicited "content" that's designed to "engage" and keep you on the page. I mean, there's a few-very few- of the movie clips that are lightly amusing, but by and large it's generated garbage content, here are but a few of the more ridiculous examples:
A Prisoner, black, in orange sitting in a courtroom being interrogated by a judge. The defendant denies any knowledge of the crime, any involvement, because he can't walk. An accident a few months earlier has left him paralyzed.
Meanwhile, behind the defendant and invisible to him a cop/courtroom security officer has dressed himself up in a gorilla suit and is slowly pantomiming his way towards the prisoners box. The judge continues his interrogation. Nope, he can't walk, he's paralyzed, blah blah blah. This will go on for the next 8 minutes. I haven't even clicked on play, just paused the scrolling. You know how this ends.
It's absolutely inane, completely stupid, and having paused the page to look at it (remember I didn't click) I'm besieged with these videos. They're all exactly the same, only a different convict, a different costume sneaking up on him, it's all bollocks. They probably film a hundred of them at once.
Or, one recently, the Albino girl makeover. A 25 year old poor albino virgin gets makeup, hair dye, contacts, turns out to be a stunner, and ends up heading out for a night out on the town. The same, again, this time a buff albino athlete. It occurs to me that probably I don't spend enough time thinking about the troubles albino's must have dating.
Or, maybe I'm spending a little too much time...
The homeless man makeovers, where some barber pulls a vagrant off the street, gives him a shave, haircut, he as well turns out to be a model, gives him a pep-talk and sends him on his way. There's a whole series of these.
The trick, of course, with these makeover videos is to find the model and make them look plausibly homeless. Or Albino. And then "clean" them up for the camera.
So, my god I must be getting old that I'm actually not scrolling past these, and the solution is probably to get rid of facebook but then how would I know what's going on...?
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Tuesday, volunteering, the back room has filled up yet again. M******!@#*&@!$ the lazy Bastard!!!
A close friend delegated to clean out the estate of the recently deceased, dozens and dozens of boxes. Friend did not go through the items, merely swept them off the dresser, emptied the drawers, bagged up the linen and clothes. I wasn't there, I get this from someone who was.
Boxes and boxes marked "Chachke's",
better than most boxes, there are personal items here, rare items of value...some antique jars, keys, a cloisonné salt shaker, jewelry, boxes of rubber stamps, art supplies, craft supplies, I'm guessing I would have liked her from the mish-mash of items, treasures, an antique jar filled with what I guessed were sea shells (they weren't), the cashier brings it back to me and shakes it into my hand..."What are these...?" he begins with horror - "Teeth? From what animal?" followed by ..."Four dollars???!!!" he says, trying to get me to share in his horror, he's young, probably doesn't know how expensive teeth are....The teeth, now that I look at them shaken into my hand, they're human. I tell him and he recoils , I inform him, that had he been to the dentist for the fine selection, quantity of teeth in my paw now; well, it would cost a damn site more than $4.00...I know, I've been.
A fine leather jewelry case. Open it to find:
An antique piece of tin-can, rusted through, perhaps - I don't know, did she see a profile of the earth in it? I fancy I can Why this, in this satin lined case? And with this object, I'm perplexed, touched, it's beautiful, found art in it's purest form, clearly of immense value - a find - I know this, I value my finds as well - but the occasion of it I can only speculate. The circumstance is what matters here, and that is irretrievably lost.
We know only that she liked it enough to pick it up and give it a preeminence in this satin lined case.
And in this is our existence. Small, trifling, indecipherable moments that are impossible to share, translate, you had to be there, and now she isn't.
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