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Implied Consent
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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It's everywhere and it's become a little too overwhelming.
If you think about it, philosophically, your entire lie is implied consent - you were born without your permission, you work without it, live, die with out it, it's merely taken for granted. Too much of life happens "TO" you, without any consultation, and at no point in the process are you sufficiently informed to to make even the simplest of decisions.
Nobody is, despite what they tell you, and when you consent to anything you're generally setting yourself up for a whole slew of unintended and unimagined consequences which may well haunt you until the end of your days.
But this isn't about that.
I'm speaking of Advertising, which has become ubiquitous online - and given how much of our lives is conducted online now it's become too much.
In websites, often so cluttered that you can't see the very article you came for, that then try and sell you adblockers for the very ads they're throwing at you - YouTube, I mean you. I mean, fucking hell, I have to watch an ad now just to watch an ad or product endorsement.
Product endorsements are another ones - clickbait articles that lead you to paid advertisements masking as news articles, "New discovery", the abundant products embedded in reviews, movies, books even (American Psycho), the list doesn't end.
The news itself - nothing but product endorsements, those flashes on rising crime, civil unrest, violence, they're all selling you on anti-depressants, security systems, guns, when was the last time you saw a news story about a company that paid for advertising? You don't. You pay for advertising and all the news is good. Pay for the news and you still get the ads, now only they're embedded in the journalism, not in the margins.
Every website rapes you with them - how many don't? Not many, for sure. And they're loaded in before the content - waiting on your article? Sorry, wait for the ads which we have to determine by your browsing history, user profile, internet searches, predicted age, sex, hobbies...
They've made it a condition of accessing the internet - it's become the new social contract, you're on occasion reminded by the insidious "Accept cookies" that pops up from time to time, the terms and conditions of which no one in the world has time to read.
And what's really starting to piss me off is how my email has been hijacked by it. "Promotions" tab for things I have no interest in, have never searched, I used to think it was that Rod Boyle Bastard in Australia signing me up for all sorts of random shit (Actually, I'm sure he's a pretty solid guy. With a name like that...), but of late I'm just convinced that it's google trying to monetize the fuck out of me, sure, I could get a new email address, but I've had this for years, and there's the "Sunk-Costs" fallacy, that I've invested in this email, who has time to change it, my letterhead and stationary, notify relatives, businesses? And they know this, that's why they start this shit with you.
I've come up with a theory that I should perhaps just start over online. Ditch all my emails. Only surf the net in full privacy mode. Physically write out the music videos I like and scrub my online presence. Maybe.
Facebook Fraudsters
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Rants
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On FaceBook, against my better judgement, but - finding rentals out here you leave no stone unturned, and there are the various groups, local, it is after a fashion a way to keep in touch with my less frequent local acquaintances.
Anyways, these acquaintances, there's always a few that are over-sharing, that's the point, some, 4 or 5 times a day posting a fucking picture of every goddamned sausage they eat, the "filtered" selfies that - if you ran into them on the street you would never recognize them, the lie of the camera that it adds weight when in fact most cameras have been used to hide it. Really, if you've ever tried FaceBook you know exactly who and what I mean.
And scrolling through my "FaceBook News" (Oxymoron?) there are videos, little segways that are designed to amuse or briefly entertain you, keep you on their site in lieu of postings from your friends, viral videos, memes or highlight reels from movies with titles like "WHY YOU DON'T BULLY KEANU REEVES..." and I'm wondering what the fuck up Keanu Reeves is a nice guy and all but I'd hardly call him a friend and why is he sending me this shit is he worried about me bullying him and you watch the reel and it's a dumb-ass collection of nonsense movies he starred in and all the voices are a pitch too high to avoid getting taken down for copyright infringement, it's no longer Keanu Reeves it's "Squeaky" Reeves...
Strange thing is it just pops up, like it's "My" sort of content, my own circle of friends isn't painful enough FaceBook's finding me more? Giving me "Humorous" or "Thoughtful" insights (rarely to never!) into the minds and likes of people it judges to be my peers.
I need to figure out this algorithm. Presumably it's a little more sophisticated than Reddit's formula, which is if you scroll too far they start showing you pictures of pretty girls "2Busty2Hide" and sexualized anime children and then they hit you with the ads for a Therapist or Suicide counselling because, really, if you scrolled that far into Reddit you're probably at high risk...
But todays complaint isn't about FaceBook. You can't really complain about it anyways, I'm just perpetually surprised by it, the whole "Stranger in a Strange Land" Schtick. Complaining about FaceBook is a little like complaining about the government, or taxes, it does nothing, and at the moment I kind of have to have it.
No, todays complaint isn't about Facebook. It's about their fucking ads.
As a kid I bought a "Boney the Skeleton", from the back of a comic book, 6' high, glow in the dark eyes, $1.00. And so I saved up and sent off for it to receive, many, many weeks later after I'd long forgotten - a 6' plastic printed sheet poster of a skeleton with glow in the dark dots that you stuck in the eyes. "SCARY". Not.
My disappointment was profound. I genuinely thought I was going to get a skeleton.
Anyways, an early lesson on advertising and skepticism about the mail-order comics business, which in many respects resembles the internet and in every way resembles FaceBook.
Adverts that popped up in my feed over Christmas included the Astronomia by Jacob & Co., original retail price over $500, 000 US, now knocked off on Facebook for under $50.00 per watch. The ads are shot for shot rip-offs (by which I mean directly copied) from Jacob's promotional material. And then there's the Jacob & Co. Bugatti Watch, with a real working V16 Engine inside...
Why not? The half million dollar price tag reflects it's uniqueness, limited run, why shouldn't China reverse engineer one, knock off a few thousand for a fraction of the price, why, they have entire factories devoted to doing nothing but this!
There were others and I look and kind of want them but ... well, now a lot older and only slightly wiser. I bookmark the links, they've since disappeared. The most likely explanation is that they never existed in the first place. Not on FaceBook anyways, and surely not for $50.00.
Now I'm besieged with ads for a Magic-Tapestry, which you can see here (click here) or here (click here) or here (click here).
See? Real Cool. And a bargain at double the price. And it must be a hot product, look at all the different vendors selling it. Read the comments.
Wow. I'll have to get one. Maybe 2. Perfect...imagine tripping on acid, or mushrooms, or maybe just smoke a joint or hang it in your tent for the next big music festival.
Really, I need to have it. Goddamn it I'm not going to let it disappear on me I'm going to order one right away....
Just right after I do the teensiest bit of research..."Buyer Beware", "Due Diligence" and all...I shouldn't have to do this, really, it's FaceBook, that's all they do is sell advertising, they're a huge company worth billions, surely they vet their advertisers?
But, the slightest bit of sleuthing and you find out that, in fact, it is a complete fraud. That there's nothing like this for sale, it doesn't exist, period, and the whole "Magic Tapestry" thing was a rip-off of some DJ's light mapping, which was pretty cool, but it wasn't a fucking magic carpet and I'm damned sure that these bastards aren't making or selling anything close to what they're advertising, but as long as FaceBook is making money no one's complaining. Not for another 6-8 weeks, at which point the products will start to arrive and the reviews start to come in and all the vending websites will have mysteriously rolled up and disappeared...
You can see where they ripped off their promotional materials here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKwcfDHQx5E
So, I wasn't going to complain about FaceBook but they have one job - know who's paying you - and they're clearly not doing it.
Nomadland
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Directed by Chloé Zhao, starring Frances McDormand, I found this poignant, affecting - more than I might have guessed, in no small part because my life is in too many ways running tangent.
This is not a bad thing, entirely, merely the looking at it from the outside in is not always so comfortable. And the characters, eminently plausible, it could - for the most part - be a documentary, Frances McDormand being the actress, everyone else playing themselves.
Excellent, but not happy, merely thoughtful, reflective, somehow generalizing from the problems of the individual to the problems with society.
The Sinking of the Titanic
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I was flying to the site of the sinking of the Titanic. I asked them if they knew where it was, but they didn't, and so I volunteered to go down and search for it with them.
The ocean, cold, big waves, dark, it's night, and sliding beneath the waves...
They must have a pretty good idea of where it should be, because were in an inlet, little harbour, and shortly beneath the waves there is a layer of ice, and we can see where the ship slid in, beneath the ice, and skidded along the bottom, coming up to break the ice (still under the sea) on the other side...
The ice, it's a flat layer, it's why they couldn't find it....
And now I'm on the ship, bright, cold, fluorescent lights, there's still atmosphere down here, it's like an abandoned - ? - place, there are beds, rusting, rotting under cold fluorescence, and there are people here I know, that must be why I came...Don, the old alcoholic chef from the restaurant, and another kitchen staff member, Dave, and maybe there are more, the paint, white and peeling to rust, too-bright fluorescent lights, and I'm here to rescue them, perhaps....
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That's it. My dreams have been shit lately, lacking purpose, plot, meaning, merely discomforting, unquiet, restless. At first I put it down to my excessive drinking - but, cut back on that, and the dreams remained the same. Short and fragmentary. Sometimes several in a night, none memorable. And I tried Pot, a little hesitant to swap one vice for another, - and a few nights of that - the pre-shows were great, but I'd never find the energy to write all the images down, and ... well, no dreams remembered. And the dreams the same, cryptic (they were always, but I could decipher, now they are more so...), and so this is the best I can remember and it isn't much, still dreaming, but they've lost a lot....
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