Well here I am, folks, in the United States. A truly fantastic country which I’ve been away from for too long. Internet access is limited here so this is more of a reminder-list of the things I do have to tell you about when I get back. Of course, we’re working strenuously to keep The ABBA Confusion blog up to date (read: I am streunously nagging Oliver to do updates and not having much luck) but I’m also having my own solo adventures which include (but are not limited to):
- My largest-yet artistic crisis
- The best cellphone ever ($10)
- The Chrysler Building
- The Lion King
- The New York Subway System
- Shit Hotels vs.
This is especially amazing news for those of you running old laptops and stuff because even an antique is going to ace most of the games they sell, which include the first two Fallouts, MDKs and Earthworm Jims as well as Freespace 2, which I just bought for 4 quid and am about to enjoy. Heads up, people, it’s the digital age.
As some of you know, I strive to keep this blog relatively clear of political whining – enough people are doing that and music should transcend the very blah of blah blah blah blah blah blah
But I can’t not make you all read this one. I
Check this yeah?
Ollie has left for foreign shores already and I’ll be joining him soon. What on earth will go down? I shudder to think.
Check it all out!
I jest! Facebook is a powerful networking tool which allows you to keep in touch with your friends, and probably isn’t using your personal data for anything sinister! Seriously, since the helpfully alienating god-awful re-design it’s become much easier to just try and forget the bloody thing exists. However, you still need to venture inside sometimes, usually when somone sends you a message on the bloody thing (I still have e-mail, folks) and on my latest excursion I found THIS:
It’s an ad for ads, and i’m going to Tradedescriptionsact1968 these guys, because if there’s one thing the ads I’m getting on Facebook aren’t it’s “highly targeted”. Granted, the bloody thing has figured out I’m single, which I’m not listed as (it probably saw Star Trek in my ‘favourite shows’ listing and did the maths – credit where it’s due) but there’s probably more of a disconnect between my choice for ‘political views’ (“very liberal”) and the ultranationalist ads for the country’s “fastest growing political party”, featuring a nice racist St. George cross beneath the question “English, not British?”
Now scantily-legitimised neocon bollocks aside (would that it were possible) this ad simply is just not for me. And seeing it near a photo of me is starting to wind me up – not just because I’m not a racist, zenophobic, homophobic, mysogynistic, backward-looking dickwad, but also because I tend to feel that if you’re going to spy on me in order to send me the most brutally efficient, cynical, personalised advertising package that has ever threatened mankind, you should at least, you know, get it right.
Oh, and just because I’m single doesn’t mean I’m ready to use mate one. Yet.