Posts Tagged ‘Google’

Mockoblog Survival Test

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Do you think the time of humans as we know them (the hard working guys who mostly die of hunger and the soft flashy rich ones, who die of publicity or overloaded bank accounts) will carry on for much longer?

Do you think petrol is going up and uranium is going down? Do you believe in God as I don’t?

All we now call ‘human society’ could come to an end not by our demise, but by our dismissal. If you are from this planet and if you claim to be human, have you considered the Era of the Machine? We have that machine in place. It is yet spacious, parts of it are being called Google, parts of it are being called Pentagon, parts of it are proud of being called the UN or the Red Cross or the Children’s Found or your sports club. The technology gathered together by all these entities is taking another shape: it is becoming a world wide disease as we speak.

Swine flu? I had it! I am alive. Did I start it? Yes! For the guy next to me who also got it, yes! Do I rip the benefits? Guess who does it on my behalf! A disease with a name needs tests, vaccines and targeted medicine. Do I make them? Do I own the company who makes them? Think about it!

Petrol crisis? Did I make it? It did affect me, it does affect you (and when it doesn’t, fear for worse, as it will come back with a vengeance)!

Recession: uuuups! Did you take any advantage of it? No? I’m so sorry. Anyone you know? No? Sorry again. Somebody is making huge profits. Is it you?

Computers, ipods, cellphones, play consoles, fast foods, space stations, fast Internet, travel tickets, bargains, pre-booked funerals, photo sharing, insurance schemes, pharmaceutical conglomerates, gyms, adopetd kids, DVDs of how to get rich, etc. – do you own any of these? If your answer is ‘yes’ – piss of the mockoblog! If your answer is ‘no’ – welcome to the party of the losers, a.k.a. the human mankind.

If you’re not quite sure, follow these steps:

1. Check your life status: tick 1 for being alive and 0 for being dead;

2. Ask your family how do they feel about it (no family – ask your friends) – score 0 anyway;

3. Are you going to be richer tomorrow? – score 1 if you read this tomorrow;

4. Are you going to be healthier tomorrow? – score 5 as long as you can because this is just a special offer;

5. Add up the previous results (no adding skills? –  score 10 points for being able to control a calculator);

6. If your score exceeds mine, I grant you another 2 points;

7. If you don’t know my score, I take 100 points off your total;

8. If you’re still insisting on finding you total or have any other questions, please press ctr+alt+del;

9. Not happy yet? Here’s a 1 point bonus for your loyalty!!!;

10. Ignore the first 9 steps, we all know you’re part of the machine that allows you to take part in our survey. You have been granted another day as a human on this planet, as you know it. It may be your last.

Disclaimer: Due to the rating of mockoblog.com, we are not able to ask the more specific questions that could lead to an exact day of your dismissal from the human species. However, we can assure you taht you have taken the right approach and when the machine will govern alone, your memory will be considered for an upgrade to a happier state. This offer does not extend to siblings, parents or children, unless they have taken the test on their own, which could be highly damaging for your unique future DNA profile, thus we advise to disable their machine account anyway.

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Hey readers!

It’s not such a big deal! You’ll have to die anyway. It doesn’t come like an UFO invasion! This is already here and you are used to it. It’s gonna be smooth stuff, maybe you’ll even get a glimpse of how it’s done. Don’t blame Google or BP or Microsoft or the companies that make drugs and want their manes not to be so easy to remember. Thy are just the big fish that took the big bait first. The engine is running pretty cool for them. When your turn comes, it may be a good idea to think that is just religious stuff, maybe a pandemic or something, or maybe the economy collapsing. Take your pick! The result is the same. And you’re not gonna be part of the ones to see it. Unless you are an alien, of course.

As for me, the only alien I got to know closely is the PC and Internet machine. But what do I know?!

Google Brings the Apocalypse Near – History in the Mocking VI – The Robots Are Here

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

I’m typing this post with only one finger. Guess which one!?

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I am a human being. I was born. I am going to die. Google is not human. It was born, but it will never die. All Google knows about life is how to kill it. To call Google a “Virus” would be a compliment.

I have a story of soft poisoning and harsh stabbing in the back. Ironically for humans but quite normal for robots, this story is everlasting. Many of you, my readers, will come across this story here through Google itself because the robots have no life and can experience no death.

I just hope that what has happened to me is not a global trend. I know we all shall die but I’d rather see our species demise in a funnier way than the Terminator movies predicted.

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This is the story of how Google killed me:

  1. I created a website (this one);
  2. I subscribed to Google Ads so they could place ads on my mockoblog and I could monitor the usage of my site;
  3. Somebody decided to go on my website just to click on the adverts, so I may get money from Google or just for the basic purpose of taking me out of business;
  4. I noticed an unusual level of clicks on the adverts compared to page visits, I knew who  might have caused it and I asked that party to stop immediately, I even tried to contact Google AdSense to prevent this from happening;
  5. Google measured the numbers and their statistics indicated that I was cheating (which was not at all the case) and I got disconnected from Google AdSense, which for me was the tool to measure the number of hits on my page and the potential interest in advertising there;
  6. Google sent me an email warning that I’m out and I only had one chance to appeal;
  7. I placed the appeal with explanations, as whatever may have looked bad from the Google point of view was just normal stuff at my end;
  8. The appeal was meant to be one-off, I couldn’t do another one ever after, but I knew I had always been corect an I was expecting justice;
  9. Exactly 48 hours after, I got this final reply:

<<Hello,

Thank you for providing us with additional information. However, after thoroughly reviewing your account data and taking your feedback into consideration, we have re-confirmed that your account poses a significant risk to our advertisers. For this reason, we are unable to reinstate your account. Thank you for your understanding.

As a reminder, if you have any questions about your account or the actions that we have taken, please do not reply to this email. You can find more information by visiting [stinky link].

Sincerely,

The Google AdSense Team

Google Ireland Ltd.

Gordon House

Barrow Street

Dublin 4

Ireland

Registered in Dublin, Ireland

Registration Number: 368047

This email may be confidential or privileged. If you received this communication by mistake, please don’t forward it to anyone else, please erase all copies and attachments, and please let me know that it went to the wrong person. Thanks. >>

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So now it’s over. I have nothing to reply to. I have always been innocent but I remain guilty at all times. I can’t fight against the machine. The robot doesn’t care. If you think robots are kindm helpful and play by the human rules, you are wrong.

I think some of you may not understand the full picture: we are nice people doing nice stuff, but bad guys hack on us and Google says: “you should all die, I don’t care, I am the first living ROBOT and humans have non-essential questions; by the way, humans are always wrong. If you can’t send them to jail, just kill the naughty humans on the spot”.

My Dear Google,

You got it wrong but it’s only me that suffers.

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GOOGLE IS A KILLING MACHINE, A CORPORATION THAT HAS BEEN INTRODUCING ROBOTS INTO OUR LIFE TO MEASURE AND CONTROL US. LAUGH NO MORE!

The only pleasure Google has, as a robot, is to see you die just because you are a human being. If the robots can go after the baby in our womb, they’ll kill it with even more enhanced pleasure / efficiency.

GOOGLE is a poison we all have to drink. It will eventually kill all of us to create a docile Internet populated by robots, but, if you are alive for the moment, please spit on Google by boycotting it. This organization is a hydra that know everything you do, knows where you are, has the picture of the front of your house, your private data, everything.

They’ve killed my expectations already just because I was a nice guy and told them the truth.

Google.com is a robot organization! Stay away from it! BOYCOTT GOOGLE!

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I typed this post with only one finger. Guess which one!?

Sulina, Mon Amour

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

When I first started, this website could only be accessed via my New Zealand website (angle.co.nz) and in my first one or two mockoposts I nearly lied about fishing (see archive options to your right). Since we went global, I kind of neglected the jolly reality that some people out there may be not unlike myself at all: they may enjoy a good fishing tale, be it true or not, be it theirs or mine (the latter are the best).

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Long time ago, on another continent, I used to do TV stories and even docmentaries.  I directed, produced and even shot some of them in a lonly place where you can only go by boat: Sulina, in the Danube Delta. I hope I could help then some people who deserved more than they were getting. Sulina was my amour, my dream holiday destination at a time when I could choose any other far more cnfortable spot on this wee planet. I did not invent the “Sulina, mon amour” slogan and by no means am I writing a commercial story here.

There were good and bad times but all folk I met in Sulina were cool plus: Nenea Tudor, Dori the Captain, Cristi the Wild One and many others. One day I was virtually kidnapped in the street and forced, together with my cameraman, to join the local celebration of their church. On that day of August the 30th, 1996, I was so stuffed with food that it may have been the only party whenI was left with no room to drink a mere pint of beer. I also met in Sulina a nightmare of a guy guy who was to me (and still is to boat loads of amateurs) a fishing guru when it comes to carp and other coarse fresh water fish.

That’s the stern of his dinghy (don’t think he’s trawling, no, no, he’s not even drifting, he would be beached with his bow and the rods;  lines and rigs would be virtually still):

Rodpod la pupa

This is how he camps in the only European aquatic unspoiled paradise I’ve ever known, the Danube Delta, a magic place not far away from Sulina – for those of you who have Google Maps, it’s cheaper to get there Internet way. Don’t even think that the mist is made of Russian vodka and that the blokes in those tents might be asleep in the early hours of the morning – no way: they are all fishing on the other side:

Asa mi-am petrecut concediul

Yet the only one who ever catches real wild carp is my mate Mircea, whom I haven’t seen in ten years and whom I miss like those Mustad hooks I couldn’t find after we last went fishing together… or were they Gamakatsu and he was the one who couldn’t find them?

Crap 4 Kg

The best part is how to actually cook this modest carp, but this is another story.

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Should you want to have a look around and catch a fish or two, give me a buzz and I may put you onto my mate. But you’ll never be taken to the best spots Sulina has to offer. An old pirate saying goes: “If we told you, we would have to kill you.” The only secret I can share with you is a glimpse of what’s happening at the stern of our boat and that may explain why you won’t catch much at all:

SulinaTease

Execpt for one, I swear for the innocent copyright of all the photos on this mockopost: they belong to Mircea. I only censored the ones with the bigger…carps.

Ten years on and 12,000 miles away, Sulina remains mon amour.

History In the Mocking (II)

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

Mockoblog Mockolog # 6

Finally I can congratulate Google for realizing their silly mistake. Now you can find this world’s 1st mockoblog using their search engine. In exchange, I am advertising for their site right here. Please leave my blog right now and go to:

www.google.com

Are you still here? If you are, I must say that when you search for the “mockoblog” on Google, they try to direct you to “monoblog” (the same error is being still made by Search.com) while AltaVista.com goes straight to the target. Lycos.com doesn’t do such a good job, sends you to twitter.com first but Ask.com finds us straight away.

Why don’t they all unify their services and search methods? Perhaps if there were only one search engine we could also be charged for using it. Say, I want to find the nearest doctor or bank or I want to learn about making potatoes and leek soup: why should I get this information for free? And the charge could be proportional with the object of your search. If I only want to look for a small fish called Wanda maybe I could get away with only two cents, but if I look for something really big, like Siberia or Bill Gates, than I should expect to be charged zillions. And if I don’t pay, then I go to jail. Of course, Wikipedia.org should be quite expensive and they should police the usage of their info. Having free access to data should be a crime against the future and against the computer race. Is it fair for you to find football results for free on the Internet when a club like Real Madrid has to pay hundreds of millions of dollars for a player like Caca? Are you not ashamed of using Google Earth for free when NASA spends billions to send satellites into orbit?

To make you better understand where I’m coming from, here’s how history works (a bit different to what Stephen Hawking, the Bible and Tom Criuse think –  with all due respect, the first one couldn’t prove it anyway and the other two haven’t even tried):

1. There was a lot of stuff floating around and doing nothing. There was no time at all.

2. This stuff called itself God and found that being God is cool. Actually, giving stuff names is cool and the Word was the first thing that ever made sense. For more details, read guys like Umberto Eco (not the novels) and Noam Chomsky (if you promise to stay away from his political views).

3. Then lumps of stuff turned into rocks, boulders, planets, leaving a great deal of empty space in between.

4. Where there is stuff, things are warmer. Where there’s no stuff at all, it’s bloody freezing. The bigger the things, the hotter they are. This is why a snowball is rather cold and you should wear gloves when playing with it, unless you just want to throw it straight away, while the Sun is pretty warm.

5. To move from one thing to another would be boring and even pointless if you could do it straight away, so God extends all pieces of stuff away from each other, thus making room for time, which is what it takes to get from A to B, save the ticket one should have anyway. (Note that there is a tendency for stuff to look red and blurry in the distance – that’s because our eyes and even our radio telescopes are not perfect. The fact that the Universe is expanding and radiates a lot of red stuff was also replicated by car manufacturers, who chose to make the tail lights red, so we know when the car is going away from us, which is crucial for deciding which way the danger of being run over is smaller when we exit the pub at night.)

6. To make things even more complicated, God allows for more dimensions to co-exist, but does not reveal them to us, unless we are mathematicians, poets or fools (which is a bit of both).

6.1. Sadly, one of the few possible combinations of space and time dimensions is 21. Any bloke who has tried his hand at Balck Jack knows that it is infinitely more likely to find a number under or bigger than 21. Only the Bank (the equivalent of God in modern society) gets 21 on regular basis, which is leading the small Western World to a large Global Crisis.

7. In some corners of this whole stuff God spends more time than in others. This explains why places like the Earth are more complex than places like the back of my hand, but does not explain why between 1 and 2 I can invent an infinite of numbers (try 1.0000001 and 1.0000001000001) and why I will never need all of them.

8. Being God, which is like being the whole Universe or being the Nature itself, whatever you want to call it, means that you are endless and timeless, within everything and above everything, including yourself. This is bloody boring, unless you have the most God-like feature one can have: a sense of humour.

9. God make jokes and surely he laughs. Think about Sahara: why would people like to live over there? (And I also heard that some parts of Maine are rather boring, too, but I can’t prove it scientifically). Or think about a morning when you wake up in no mood for going to work but you still have to go. Yet this is jumping the gun a little bit because God has not created the human kind yet.

8.5 Good created the Aliens far far away in space and time while on Earth there were only a few bacteria and this kind of yucky stuff.

8.55 When one bacterium grew bigger, it turned green (no fashion designer and no art critics could prevent this choice of colour) and then grew even bigger, with leaves and roots. It couldn’t go anywhere, though, so God made a monkey or some sort of even more primitive animal to introduce some action.

8.56 Animals ate plants in large number and plants in smaller number ate animals, animals chased each other and also ate a few of their own until the Aliens became mature enough to travel to our planet and found it funny, but not developed enough. They left. This was about when the dinosaurs got extinct due to the smoke of the old spacecraft.

8.9 Aliens came back. This time they were even more developed and their crew was made of an African, an Asian and a Caucasian, all guys, all scientists, all wearing heavy gear, including helmets but otherwise quite young and sporty. They conducted an experiment on three continents and I won’t go into details but after their departure the monkeys on Earth were much smarter and some started building foot-passes like runways and pyramids like beacons. Women especially are still waiting for the Aliens to return, they call them Gods (“My God!” comes precisely from this very point in history and can be found more or less in any language). It’s not known if women or men started art, but it’s likely none of them did, it just happened by mistake and it remained like this ever since.

8.91 Three major races developed and they didn’t quite get on with each other. In some areas, notably the Middle East, mixed populations fought war against each other for various reasons that can be mainly linked to race, which is a tribal thing, but canbe  mainly explained by the absence of the British Empire, inventor of all sports and looser of most.

8.92 The Aliens/Gods returned for a second time but they didn’t land. Instead, from the outer orbit, they sent some clones (giants) to punish the population down there but this folk made friends with the Earthlings, so the Aliens got really grumpy and opened the flood gates of the planet to extinguish most life. They kept just a few genetically superior individuals, if it is to believe most legends. In fact, they actually re-created the humans but introduced a bug in their system, thus humans age and die. The only feature they did not include in humans was the sense of humour. Because Aliens are not Gods at all.

9.1 Now we can talk about homo sapiens although the adjective is not always deserved. Society was developed in three stages: material (stone age), energetic (industrial revolution) and informational (now). The fourth stage is unknown to us because it is beyond our comprehension and involves the transformation of our species into something that we could call perhaps “robots”. It doesn’t sound like much fun.

10. The Aliens are due back with a vengeance. Ask Nostradamus if you don’t believe me, the Aztecs (or the Maya guys?) and your local priest. Yet population should not panic: it’s not the year 2012. It would have been to obvious. You have to read it backwards: 2102! So we are not doomed. Actually our grandchildren, the robots, are!

This is why we should consider banning the free exchange of information and restrict people’s access to each other, so when the Aliens arrive, we can all be dumb, living in dark isolation, completely non-interesting, a failed experiment. Only this can warrant us non-interference from the visitors. And, as Nature in general and politics in particular have always proven, our species could only evolve through the survival of the dumbest.

I’m happy to volunteer and be the first to pay Google a few bucks for letting me search on their system and finding my own website.