burrocrat
Well-known member
ok i got some news for you about windows 10. everybody already knows it spies on you, but did you know that it psychoanalyzes you too? it's true.
it took me a while to figure it out, but it is like those rorschach tests they used to give you in high school where the guidance counselor takes you to the psychiatrist visits and they show you those inkblot pictures and ask you what you think to decide if the thorazine is working or if maybe they should go back to the ritalin. everybody remembers those, right?
except they trick you by first giving you this crappy selection of about 6 screenlock images to start with on initial software install knowing you'll only kind of like any of them but are too busy to figure out how to download a picture of your favorite cat, then every few days they send you more and you have to click on like or dislike before you can get to the enter your password screen. after a while it starts to learn if you like loud busy cityscapes or quiet snowcapped peaks. and then it keeps refining the images it sends for your choice. they even thank you for your feedback and pretend to be genuinely interested in your help to make windows better and it makes you feel special at first but after a while you realize you are being mined and they mainly want to figure out how to appeal to your fears so they can get more money out of you. i am not going to tell you exactly what pictures they send me now, but i definately know they got me dialed in by now.
it doesn't really bother me that my amazon.com shopping history and at&t cell phone plan and whether i like pepperoni or ham on my pizza and porn preferences and where i browse for korean wives is out there on the interweb, that happens to everybody. but if they know intimately what pictures bring me peace and dole them out to me on a 3-day timer budget, i think that is going a bit too far. now bill gates and his minions know i am a sick freak. and even that still doesn't bother me much, but how they went about it i do find irritating. i would have just told them if they asked, no need to trick me.
oh well, i guess it's too late now, no use crying over spilt milk, but maybe the rest of you should know about this.
it took me a while to figure it out, but it is like those rorschach tests they used to give you in high school where the guidance counselor takes you to the psychiatrist visits and they show you those inkblot pictures and ask you what you think to decide if the thorazine is working or if maybe they should go back to the ritalin. everybody remembers those, right?
except they trick you by first giving you this crappy selection of about 6 screenlock images to start with on initial software install knowing you'll only kind of like any of them but are too busy to figure out how to download a picture of your favorite cat, then every few days they send you more and you have to click on like or dislike before you can get to the enter your password screen. after a while it starts to learn if you like loud busy cityscapes or quiet snowcapped peaks. and then it keeps refining the images it sends for your choice. they even thank you for your feedback and pretend to be genuinely interested in your help to make windows better and it makes you feel special at first but after a while you realize you are being mined and they mainly want to figure out how to appeal to your fears so they can get more money out of you. i am not going to tell you exactly what pictures they send me now, but i definately know they got me dialed in by now.
it doesn't really bother me that my amazon.com shopping history and at&t cell phone plan and whether i like pepperoni or ham on my pizza and porn preferences and where i browse for korean wives is out there on the interweb, that happens to everybody. but if they know intimately what pictures bring me peace and dole them out to me on a 3-day timer budget, i think that is going a bit too far. now bill gates and his minions know i am a sick freak. and even that still doesn't bother me much, but how they went about it i do find irritating. i would have just told them if they asked, no need to trick me.
oh well, i guess it's too late now, no use crying over spilt milk, but maybe the rest of you should know about this.