WARNING: Readers are hereby informed that the Corona virus is neither the topic of this post, nor is it mentioned in any context. We kindly ask for your understanding.
No Smoke without (Pussy) Fire
“This Smells Like My Vagina”. Oh yeah, you read that one well. I can also be blunter and put that more directly, but I feel like we understand each other. Just don’t expect too much, ok? I am not trying to make a segway or retell a part of a conversation that recently took place. I also haven’t eavesdropped on someone else, rushing to spill the beans on what I heard.
Is this a(ll) a joke?
The new year started with some good news. From the beginning of January, Facebook announced that it will prohibit publishing and circulation of “deepfakes” videos in which Artificial Intelligence creates false content and places fake information by simulating people on video saying things and sentences they never actually said.
Happy Holidays to Me
If you are anything like all the normal people this time of the year, your shopping mode is reaching frenzy levels. Holidays are just around the corner – Christmas and then New Year’s Eve, or the other way around – whichever sequence you prefer. It is the season of giving and receiving, with all the well-wishes of health, happiness and so on.
Panem et Twitterenses
Judging by what’s on, this Friday, November 22nd 2019 is a historic day, one for the books. As of today, Twitter will not allow or accept posting of sponsored political ads. Announcement of the news at the end of October, naturally, happened on Twitter where Jack Dorsey, the CEO of the company, tweeted: “We believe political message reach should be earned, not bought.”