Posts by Captain Hogwash 1141 publicly visible posts • joined 23 Feb 2009
Ah such fond memories. In the UK in the 1980s and early 1990s Channel 4 used to show Peter Greenaway films quite frequently. Also it showed many other films from Europe and beyond which were seen as somewhat outside the mainstream. Today Channel 4 is a case study in enshittification.
I've seen the Coutts ones too. No idea why. At my house everything is subject to regulation by Pi-Hole and phones go over VPN, whereas at my SO's everything is slurped by whoever wants to. We also see the Coutts ads at her place so it's either based entirely on the shows we watch or they're shown to everybody.
That's why they go on their own subnet.
In reality, as others have said, sniffing your comms data is likely to involve criminality so probably doesn't happen. What is more likely is that they will map out your network and send back details of whatever other devices they find. I'm pretty sure I read about Facebook doing this some time back.
characters, motivations, location & props. Yet it couldn't write an imaginative story. It came up with something an average human might have written. I was quite impressed with the language processing but it's clearly not going to "take over" any more than Dave the plumber or Jill the checkout girl are going to.
would be similar if this had been done 20 or 30 years ago. We all had to learn it and the young team shouldn't expect it to be any different for them. Unless of course the global management caste have some sort of epiphany regarding the soul destroying nature of the way it uses words.
I think you're right. I have no Youtube/Google account and actively resist data collection generally. This means the Youtube algorithm probably has only the VPN provided IP address and current session history on which to base any recommendations. This can produce odd results at the start of a session but recommendations tend towards similar subjects as the session goes on.
Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.
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