Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Social Networks own us

I know most of you, if not all, reading this have an account in a social networking site, either facebook, twitter, lastfm, google+, deviantart, myspace or other. There's simply no escape from it, or is it?

Recently I deactivated my twitter account, there was no reason for me to use it, since I have this blog I can drop every thought here, or go old school and talk to a human being. I've not gotten rid of my facebook because I use it to network with people in my area of work, but to be honest, I cannot be assed to keep contact with them, I just keep adding them and accepting requests. I suppose if I suck at networking, I'll eventually get rid of it, and the almost 200 friendly strangers on it, too.

I never was into social networking, not for long anyway, I've been forced by circumstances, AKA trying to push my career, since I work online. I can't really deal with all the shallow dumb shit people dump everywhere on the web, as if somehow someone should care. Sure, I care for the shallow dumb shit my friends spur, but those are not many.

I feel the need to share with those friends I have online, and for that I have a private album somewhere else, not a social network, where I display my naked sexy pics... okay, just pics of my pet and me, and other boring crap. I do pretty much what your average Joe does online, I just prefer some sort of privacy, less noise and less drama.

But people needing the devotion of many to feel accomplished and people gossiping about others, aren't new riveting concepts, and that's exactly the catch: that's what brought chicks to post duckfaces on myspace, that's what brought douchbags to tweet every single step they take, that's what brought your parents to play farmville on FB, that's what gave Mark Zuckerberg his $17.5 billions**.

I hear many complaints about the privacy, but from my experiment with social networks, I found out they know as much as you want to. It's your choice signing up and giving all that sensitive information for them to manipulate.

For instance, I knew of lastfm since 2008, it's a great way to find music. It wasn't until 2010 I started scrobbling (sending data of what I listen to, for them to store and show publicly on my profile), I thought about it for months: "Revealing what I listen to!? Oh the nerve" but I find it handy and I do not regret it.

At some point, I noticed my lastfm acquaintances were "leaking" on FB, and now, you can pretty much connect all your accounts, and all your "friends". They know on FB what you like on youtube, or what you read on X news site. It does feel like invasion of privacy, but again, what are you really giving up here? Who's the one to blame?

Google's new Privacy Policy and TOS has alarmed people all over the globe, about security and the rights of content creators using google's service as platform (youtube, blogger, etc). There's a reason to be shitting bricks regarding privacy only if you DIDN'T read the Privacy Policy. They already had access to that information, they're now going to use that information for customizing ads. I've already gotten ads relevant to keywords I used on my personal emails, for months. We've been fucked already, and this is not new.

But what are they really doing? Just getting richer, adding some billions to the $16.7 billions Larry Page (Google's co-founder and CEO) has**. They don't really care about you, the individual who googles "cute cat", or "pedo necro scat furry gay porn". We're just getting profiled and targeted for marketing, people, we're not individuals for them, just branded sheep.

Am I the only one noticing they ask you for more personal information, in order to "protect" your personal information? It's like redundant joke. "Add your phone number, to protect your account", "your credit card number..." Access to you, your money, that's all. They already got your attention and loyalty; many persons even report addiction to fucking FB and Twitter, for Cthulhu's sake. I don't even understand how that happens, those are the most boring sites on the internet, they're full of people I don't care for, or people I could talk to directly, without them spamming me with their little predicaments 24/7.

There's this thing I noticed, sometimes when I google something, some of my gmail contacts pop in a small section above "One of your contacts googled the same you googled". What the hell do I need that information for? Why do I need to know if my clients have the same fetish I do? Or the same medical issues I want to read about? Why why WHY? And the problem is not fucking google, the problem is THE PEOPLE, the fucking users and their unwarranted self-importance, who keep biting the bait, for a little of attention and a space in my subconscious to advertise their pathetic lives.

What you do on the internet seems to be a big deal, after all people have gotten in all sorts of legal troubles with the authorities, because of their online activities. The rat is often an acquaintance of the offender nonetheless, who contacts the authorities. So think twice before whining on a site with your "friends".

And then there's the problem with content creators. This guy explains the problem with the new TOS.

In resume he says YT now can use and modify his videos, use it for marketing on national TV. Okay, call me insane but Youtube can pay $100 million to Hollywood producers and crew to make 96 new exclusive YT channels. So I don't think they'll dig the stuff, these amateurs are producing, to exploit them on national TV. Just sayin'

Not only that, but these persons are making money out YT, and have a place to broadcast their stuff. And there's this option, I've used myself which hides the vids you upload, making them available to watch via direct linking. They could do that, and they could not receive money from YT. And now they're complaining?

I draw the line. I voice my opinion against something I find detrimental, like my past article on SOPA and PIPA. This is not it, the ones to blame here are ourselves and all the attention junkies. I really had a inner debate about this issue, because Google owns half of the internet, these persons aren't stupid, but this is a crime with a willful victim. And I'm done with this topic, now I'm gonna watch some pedo necro scat furry gay porn.

**Notice I conveniently added the estimated fortunes of these guys have made out of us, while all we have now is the attention of 1000 bored strangers, if anything.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Retro Kitsch II

Not many videos this time just audio, except for the ones with *** below.






Why another one?

Because fuck you, that's why.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

An Experiment with Time

I'd opened my eyes few times, kept staring at the ceiling's rough grainy texture. Some rays of sunlight sneaked in, fooling the solid black curtains, they revealed the dancing dots of light, the dust. I learned to determinate what time of the day it is, just by looking at the light coming through my window. If it's directly projecting on my walls, it means it's morning; if it's diffuse, it's reflecting from the building in front, it means it's evening. It must have been around 8 or 9 am, I went back to sleep.

I dreamed of concrete blocks and people fighting. I dreamed of myself as a child and as a big gray hungry dog. The dog killed the kid. I woke up.

I had to go to the sink to expel the phlegm, I was choking on. I saw myself in the mirror. The messy hair, the marks of pillows and covers carved on my skin, from face to arms, it looked like a nice new set of scars, branching out from my neck like an old dead tree. It seemed like I had started looking like a different person in the last few days, I suppose that's what happens when you drink 30% of your total weight in booze, in three days.

Got hot coffee and a smoke.


Not a great accomplishment, but I survived yet another birthday. Extreme self-indulgence is over now, I can stop wallowing in booze and films, not before I share a bit of them with you.

In Time: A future where people stop aging at 25, alas, they need to buy themselves time (which works as currency) to keep living. The poor people die "young", while the rich get older without showing signs. Very straightforward critique to capitalism, if you ask me, albeit it wasn't as good as it could have been. The plot holes, and the fact that the end was so generic I already forgot it (lucky you, I can't spoil it), makes it another of the crowd. You won't get a plot like Logan's Run here.

Hanna: Well, that was strange. Skilled assassin teenage girl, trained by her father with some specific target: killing an intelligence agent, who happens to be responsible for the death of her mother. I found some interesting symbolism in Hanna, with the animals and fairytale like themes, combined with cold killing super-soldiers... to be honest, I just expected it to be crappy as hell, but it wasn't. It has its moments.

I wish I had been trained to kill people, hunt animals and taught different languages, when I was that age. Instead I had to do normal teenage stuff, like wearing too much makeup, defining my personality, and making blood pacts with demons, bleh.

In My Skin (Dans ma peau) low-budget French film about self-mutilation. The word "gross" comes to mind, especially the "self-consumption" scenes (I swear I'm never biting my nails again), but this film is not to be watched for the shock factor and the visuals, a la Nekromantink style, or the Human Centipede. This is a drama around a woman and her disconnection with the self, her life and body.

If you're more into violence for the sake of it, Man Bites Dog could be for you. The Belgian cult film is a satire about a serial killer, and a crew filming his adventures for a documentary. He goes on a spree since the very beginning of the film, there's no build up, or much of a conventional plot. No great effects, shot in black and white, no soundtrack adding tension to the violent scenes, which are entwined with scenes of the main character with his family and friends having fun, or simply going on philosophical monologues.

One could argue one important theme here is the disconnection, as in the previous film above, but reflected upon others, not the self. - Beyond that, this is a drama-comedy, it has moments that will crack you up.

And finally, Irreversible, I had already watched this around 2003, a year after it was released, but just re-watched it since I couldn't remember it at all. There's not much to be said here about the plot. Most people have heard of this film, because it's controversial and contains a very famous rape scene with Monica Bellucci. But I must say the direction is great, this coming from someone who gets motion-sickness with shaky camera effects. The director, Gaspar NoƩ, plays with the colors, the moods, and crude imagery. Thomas Bangalter (Daft Punk) delivers a flawless soundtrack, to accompany this visual input. The inverted linearity of events, just helps to show how cause and effect interact, in a way that goes under radar in our daily lives; as well as flirting with Dunne's theory of "nonlinear" time.

Highly recommended. Funny thing, I never was into Daft Punk, but I love their STs.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Strange Sound

Some of you must be aware of the strange sounds/noises, which have been recorded and uploaded on youtube, for the past few months or so. If not, here you go:

HOLY SHIT, what's that at 4:00? It's so creepy!
Oh wait, it's just people speaking Ukrainian

But the plot thickens, it's not just in Ukraine, apparently a similar sound could be heard in different parts of the world. England, Germany, France, Ireland, Denmark, Norway, Spain, Hungary, Russia, America, Canada, Chile, Costa Rica, Brazil, Mexico, and others, have reported the same phenomena, sometimes, the same sound, in different locations at the same time.

This sound is strangely familiar to me.
Who stole my Megaptera and Lustmord albums!?

Some of these have been debunked already, by enthusiasts studying the phenomena, others are believed to be real, not manipulated by the persons recording, without any normal explanation whatsoever. No aircrafts passing by, no earthquakes, no factories, no distorted sound coming from a recognizable source.

So, what the fuck?

They already have theories about what's causing these sounds. The usual suspects of course:


The wrath of God
Well, it was a pleasure keeping this blog for like... 2 months?
I told you people, let's get ready for it

The hum is a known phenomena that has been investigated and reported for ages.

Some explanations track the source to technology and the hyper sensibility of some individuals. Others directly to the Earth being an ass. Another plausible theory links the sounds to the sun flares, rushing the earth atmosphere.

Truth is there's no a single confirmed explanation as of yet. Just theories.

Now, the plot thickens again!

The nazis, maaan, I knew it was the nazis

I got interested on this for some particular reason. Around 2008, I started listening to this humming, it would last for 3 minutes max. Always between 1 am and 4am. - Dun dun DUHHH! D: - It wasn't as much as metallic roars as the videos above, but more like hums. Similar to these, the only difference is it could reach a higher pitch at times:

I wasn't the only one who heard it. Once even in a different part of the city, at a similar hour. It repeated constantly that and next year, and less during 2010. I can't remember the last time I heard it. I always attributed it to the subway near home (which doesn't sound like that, at all, and it's not functional at that time of the day). But for all I know, it's just the Earth farting.

My personal take?

I wish I could listen to those metallic roars instead of humming. Whatever the fuck it is, sounds like my type of music. It's like Dark Ambient and Death Industrial. In fact I wish it could be heard everywhere, maybe it'll get hyped and mainstream, and normal people will start playing it at parties. I certainly prefer listening to "Brighter Death Now farting Earth version", than Lady Gaga on the radio.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

What is love?


So it's that day of the year, Valentine's Day. I never thought it was such a special day, single or not; it doesn't bother me either, single persons tend to say how they hate it, sounds like bitter butthurt to me. Go fap or something, people, there are many other, more important things to be cranky about, than not being in a romantic relationship.

If anything, I can understand the complaints about how it's just an excuse to sell crap - surprise! that's how capitalism works - and I don't get why they like giving stuffed toys, candies and corny premade cards. The only group of people fond of that kind of stuff are children... Let's be honest, we all know the "adults" who like that crap, aren't really adults.

I read a bit of the history of V-Day, proving once again, how some ancient civilizations ruled.

Imagine half naked men running through the streets, whipping young women with bloodied thongs made from freshly cut goat skins. Although it might sound like some sort of perverted sado-masochist practice, this is what the Romans did until 496 A.D.


Indeed, mid-February was Lupercalia (Wolf Festival) time. Celebrated on February 15 at the foot of the Palatine Hill beside the cave where according to tradition the she-wolf had suckled Romulus and Remus, the festival was essentially a purification and fertility rite.

Directed by the Luperci, or "brothers of the wolf," the festival began with the sacrifice of two male goats and a dog, their blood smeared on the faces of Luperci initiates and then wiped off with wool dipped in milk.

As thongs were cut from the sacrificed goats, the initiates would run around in the streets flagellating women to promote fertility.


This is what I'm talking about! those Romans knew how to have fun! Nowadays? A bunch of ridiculous anatomically inaccurate hearts stamped over crap. Tsk tsk, humanity, not my concept of improvement.

The important thing about this da- Okay, there's nothing important about this day.

*If you don't know the characters in the picture above, check out this video: