David Cameron is a twat.
That statement relates to nothing in particular, apart from David Cameron’s natural twattishness, obv.
Early Sunday evening and we’re doing our best to become part of the furniture.
Soph’s mum, dad and nan came down for Sunday lunch.
We didn’t do the honourable thing; we went to the pub. I know, we’re shocking aren’t we?
We put in the absolute minimum of effort and by return Soph’s dad paid for everyone’s meal and later, both Soph’s parents weeded and tidied up our garden.
Afterwards we connected Soph’s new laptop to the TV and, as a reward for being quite so excellent, we bored them rigid with Californian/Nevadan photographs.
That’ll learn them.
I’ve put a bunch of photographs from our recent trip in to my Flickr account.
I didn’t wear my ‘I heart Cameltoe’ T-shirt on our trip out to lunch.
Anyway.
Over the last four days I’ve spent a huge amount of time tweaking and fine-tuning the functionality behind a website redesign.
I now need to do a PR job on the language; the message has to be broad but meaningful to a wide range of professional-level website users.
Quite a lot of challenge there, then.
If you’re a PR type and you’d like to proof/read the website and give me your thoughts, let me know.
In other news.
I am gradually pulling out of Facebook.
I’ve spent ages over the last few weeks deleting photographs in my profile, and untagging myself from photographs in other people’s profiles.
I really can’t be arsed to continually chase Facebook’s revolving security policies.
And I was recently pissed to a major level to get spammed, from within Facebook, by various – but unsuspecting – friends.
But the straw that broke the cameltoe’s back, and convinced me – without too much effort – to leave Facebook behind is paragraph 2.1 in their updated policies.
I own my photographs, buggerit.
If I travel somewhere – remembering my camera – and see something so amazing and/or intriguing that I want to photograph it.
And then I come home and upload that photograph to my Facebook profile, here’s my view.
Facebook doesn’t own it.
Understand?
Well no, Facebook plainly doesn’t understand, because according to their rules, Facebook owns all of my photographs.
Utter twats.
Except they don’t, because I’ve deleted them now.
Twats.
I *get* social media.
I don’t get the greed-driven motives of the social media giants.
Make a profit?
I’m good with that.
I understand the need to pay costs.
But Facebook stealing my intellectual property?
That’s just twattish.
But, just as Facebook are becoming even further embedded up their own arsehole, they’re not alone.
I think Google’s recent acquisition of the Blogger/Blogspot platform will soon reveal fundamental changes for the people who still use this tool.
Google never miss a trick to make money; their advertising is all over the Google web-brand.
It is just a matter of time – and not much time at that – before Google’s advertising campaigns infiltrate the Blogger/Blogspot products.
And anyone who thinks I’m wrong just needs to consider Google’s long track record in providing commercial services for no fee.
Oh. Wait.
Excellent parentals management.
Even better re Facebook. They have always broken most of the rules in the “dealing with communities” rule book, but just recently I have found them impossible, on a professional as well as personal use level.
Actually it is starting to hurt my head to think about it… particularly as I have to pick up an ongoing fight with them tomorrow.
Roll on their My Space moment.
Oh dear! Well, good luck and a helping of cheesecake to you for your *cough* discussion with them tomorrow.
Umm, interesting point of view. Now I would like to ask you a question based on what you just said, because it bugs the hell out of me – I wanted to delete a whole load of photographs from my blog because they were being found using search strings I didn’t like (i.e. dogging).
I deleted them from my blog. I deleted them from the Picasa account. I made sure that no one else had published them, and yet they STILL appeared everytime I used that search string. What’s that about then?! grrrrrrrr
Annie, how webbots gather and store and how search engines archive and cache data could fill a book.
Er, don’t mean to be too…er…well whatever it is but Google have owned Blogger since 2003 when they bought Pyra labs. I know, I got a shed load of free stuff from them as a “Professional Blogger” including the best EVER hoody I have seen/worn anywhere (and I have tons).
So, not that recent an acquisition then…not unless 8 years is recent…which in the computer world it’s not. More like antediluvian.
I’ll give you that. Not ‘recent’ in those terms. I had one eye on the ongoing infrastructure changes that Google are making to the Blogger platform at the moment.
I love Facebook in that it allows me an easy and more importantly free way to keep in touch with the friends and family that are scattered in far flung places. What I really hate about it is that they can’t just bloody leave it alone. Everytime I go on the fuckers have tweaked something or altered something or dicked about with it somehow. The latest one, which annoys me, is putting all the messages, email and chat in one place so that now, instead of just being able to see the messages I’ve had, it’s all jumbled into one incomprehensible string of jumble. LEAVE IT BE. It was fine before. And no, if they think they own my photos instead of me they can sod right off. My camera, my images, my photos. End of.