The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Facebook has got me kinda pissed. Recently, I've researched and shopped online for practice amps and snow blowers. When I logged on to Facebook, their targeted ads on my newsfeed page were the exact products I had viewed online. That is some seriously fucked up shit. They have no business knowing this and was too specific to be merely coincidental.

 

Protip: You aren't paying for Facebook. Ever wonder why?

 

Tonight I will be going over to my sister's to spend four days and nights with my mom. (My sister is flying to Atlanta and my stepdad is in Houston with his mom.)
On the one hand I am happy about this because I don't get to see her much since they moved to Asheville.
On the other hand, she's my mom.

I am bringing wine with me.

 

Intellectually, I know this. But:

 

I use adblock. Sometimes I still see ads, though. I don't usually pay attention to them until they put some big honking republican in my sidebar.

 

Adblock considers some ads acceptable.

 

Ads are a conundrum because no one wants to pay for Internet content. It's a perceived value thing. We the consumer are very valuable as long as we consume.
I haven't figured out a good solution yet other than throwing a donation every now and then at websites that ask. Maybe if Facebook had been polite and had just asked to begin with? Way too much water under the bridge to do that now, tho.

Timely: How much is your privacy worth? About 5 bucks.
wny.cc
"[T]he representative consumer is willing to make a one-time payment for each app of $2.28 to conceal their browser history, $4.05 to conceal their list of contacts, $1.19 to conceal their location, $1.75 to conceal their phone’s identification number, and $3.58 to conceal the contents of their text messages. The consumer is also willing to pay $2.12 to eliminate advertising."

 

I get ads as text messages on my cell phone from Harbor Freight. I've never purchased anything from HF.

 

I know that almost no one uses home phone lines anymore and advertising has to adapt, but one of the things that will guarantee I don't buy your product is to text or call my cellphone.

 

Facebook has ads? That is normally a white column of empty space for me.

 

Oh. Head. Send water, ibuprofen and... steak.

 

Ja, it's like whenever I get together with my buddies and we play American Gladiators with the competitive shooting field: Push the neutral'd pickup truck, do 20 burpees, sprint 30 yards... shoot rifle on the 25yd head, shoot pistol on the 25yd body.

"This was great! So much fun! I'll see you guys tomorrow for beers at RestaurantPlace."

...The Next Day...

"Sorry, I can't make it. My whole body feels like cubed stew beef. Gotta cancel, man."

 

Holy headache. I need more protein and powerade. Stupid Dr. Hoptagon.
I should have tried a beer made from unicorns pooping rainbows.