Bots and Trolls

[beetiger]

1) So, I've got this spiffy new Gmail account. It's perfect for people whose organizational style is like mine: put everything in a big-ass pile, and sort through it for what you need when you need something. It also threads conversations in email, which turns out to include putting all of the comments responding to one post in the same pile. This rocks, and I've thus moved my comment-notify forwarding to there.

However, one of the other things that Gmail does is automatically scan your email for keywords, and then gives you a sidebar of "sponsored links" (ads) and "top search results" for the thing you haven't searched for, but surely want to based on your email. I'd asked you all for advice this morning on my baby sleeping troubles, but was a bit disturbed to spontaneously get Google's opinion on the matter: good places to buy crib bedding, and warnings on the perils of cosleeping.

2)I'm apparently now an infamous furry, or something. God Hates Furries warns you about people like me! My biggest reaction is "Thank goodness, they actually pulled a picture of me that I like." (See icon.)

Comments

[queenofstripes.livejournal.com]

Well, I think it's more that he's "enraged" over the "evil" of "furry," if you catch my drift. :) The whole site's just a big troll, of course, to see who he can rile up. But I actually kinda find that more irritating -- if he's got a moral grudge, fine, he's following his conscience. If he's messing with total strangers' feelings for fun, wow, maybe he should consider a more pleasant hobby like naked rugby, or eating live hedgehogs, or home psychosurgery. :)

There are times when I'm tempted to set up a site like "godhateschess" or "godhatesmacrame" and see if furries are really reacting any differently than anybody else would under those kinds of cheap shots. Of course, macrame and chess lack the point-and-gawk factor that a guy in a fursuit has for the easily amused...