Well isn’t this neat! Ain’t nothing like being in the middle of a protest, or you know, a Nickleback concert when all of a sudden The Man shuts down your ability to document something very gnarly. Like all ill-nasty Chad Kroeger solo. Right? I mean, that’s all we have to worry about.
Watch Dogs is a pretty interesting game to be dropping at E3. You know, because this week the NSA was caught pants-down. “Ohhh yeah, we have sort of been collating all your data. Nice scat porn, Caff-Pow!” And then we all meekily contemplate how we live our digital lives. Anyways, here is the early trailer for Watch Dogs, a game I’ll be buying. Soon. For PS4.
What do you think of it?
The largest bummer about these kind of news stories isn’t that our government is routinely wiping their bum-bum with what we consider to be our rights. The largest bummer is that we usually read this stories aghast, and then go back about watching reality shows and eating cheesy products. Myself included.
The airwaves are not safe! We are going to need to take our communications to broad-band telepathy. You know, we must don our aluminum plated salad bowl helmets and transmit that way. ‘Cause the rest of the avenues are being watched. Legal or not.
Like I said before. It is time for me to take my latex fetishes and furry orgy requests to carrier pigeon. The days of the Wild Wild Internet (if it ever truly existed) is certainly fading with stunning alacrity. Today the House passed CISPA by a considerable amount, and now it is up to Barry Obama to strike the son of a bitch down. (But let’s be honest, the death of Internet freedom is being shoved down our throat no matter how much we gag.)
In case you’re wondering, friends: your dumb fucking privacy and freedom are never going to be worth more than money oozing out of the tentacles of lobbyists.
Looks like I’m going to have to keep my raging conversations about latex-bound furry scat porn confined to letters with my pen-pet pals. Damn, I was really hoping soon I’d get to hear their breathless inner workings on a phone, but I totally can’t do that with the man listening! Son of a bitch.
Minecraft creator Markus ‘Notch’ Persson and Mark Cuban drop combined $500,000 to help reform software patents.
How is this for an unlikely pairing. The creator of Minecraft and the bombastic owner of the Dallas Mavericks have combined forces to drop half a milli in order to help reform software patents. By the Lords of Kobol, with these sorts of pairings nothing is impossible!
I don’t think I would have turned out to be the sterling example of mental stability if I hadn’t gotten to cybersex for hours as an adolescent. AOL chat rooms, IRC, I don’t give a fuck. Male, female, role playing a furry. Don’t matter. Give me. Now that fine country the Philippines wants to bane such an essential part of growing up.
YouTube is taking the first step towards all your mommas shaking their donkey trunks on the internets. They’re dropping facial blurring technology, so now all of the bitties out there can definitely slough off whatever pride they had and get freaky.