Recently, I used Google to search for “alternatives to Google”. What a weird thing. It’s a bit like going into Walmart, walking up to an associate and saying, “Can you tell me where the nearestTarget is? And can you give me a ride there? This place gives me the creeps.”
Captchas, those annoying “prove you’re not a robot” tests that many websites require to show you belong there, are something that have no analogue in the pre-digital age, or at least none that I can think of. I don’t ever recall trying to enter, say, my gym back in the 90’s and having someone (likely … Continue reading “I’m thinking you don’t belong here”
“ . . . that musty, small-town video shop set up in the dining room of an old house where someone was likely murdered.”
Like most of you, I am often besieged while browsing the web by those click-bait article titles that I know are misleading, yet I can't help clicking.