What the fuck IS Google-Plus, anyway? Google, plus I get to go insane salvaging my youtube account? Google, plus a bunch of friend circles I don't give two shits about? Google plus that warm, special feeling you get when someone's just shoved a rabid ass weasel directly into your poo-chute with a caulk gun?
Great...now I have to use a fucking Gmail account for my youtube site. And I have to be a member of Google-plus. Also, I must sacrifice my firstborn child to Zul the Destroyer, and have sex with a goat. A dead goat. Google demands it. Lately, they've been insisting the neuron-attachments will only be used to monitor my cerebral browsing preferences, not download my memories into the Mother-System, overseen by a robot Raul Julia.
Orwell had it wrong...it happened in 2014, not 1984.
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