Humour Yourself

I have friends who embrace social media, sharing every intimate detail of their lives, and those who won’t even own a mobile phone or fly, for fear they’re being tracked.

I don’t fear anything.  Well, not much…the venomous spider hiding in the woodpile on the evening I’m too cold and careless to look while carrying cellulose fuel into the house on a below-freezing day, for instance.

As far as social media goes, I’m of the opinion that I want social media providers to clearly state how my data is used so I sympathise with this guy.

However, I “mine” my friends’ social media information myself, putting their data into the supercomputer for tests and experiments on potential new formulae to apply universally across subculture manipulation subroutines.

In other words, the more social media data I gather, the more I can monitor how social media providers are influencing the same subcultures I’m experimenting with, including employees of the social media providers.

It’s what the Book of the Future showed me – put ideas in employees of companies/governments you want to control and it doesn’t matter what they think they have hidden from you.

Even of feeding my paranoid readers.

Time to feed myself and then turn to nature for some casual observations and perhaps create a new home “movie”.

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Thanks to Mary Vaughn for the lovely organ/piano music on Sunday – the choir she accompanied performed superbly, too.

UPDATE: In a previous post, a sentence should have begun with “To ensure your future existence,”.

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