#i hate google

[fixing-bad-posts]

[Image description: A screenshot made to look like a Google Chrome browser notification. Transcript is below.]

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We at Google think you're fucking stupid

We're launching new privacy features. You are cattle to us. Soon you will have more choice over the ads you see.

Our services are free to use because you are the product we sell. Chrome notes topics of interest based on your recent browsing history. Chrome wants to make you a fatter hog for our advertisers. Sites you visit can determine what you like. If we don't know what you like, we can't strangle you for money. Sites can ask for this information to show you personalized ads. This is a privacy feature. Yeah, of course it is. What are you talking about? Just believe us, you idiot.

We know most of you will not even stop to read this. Thank god.

Did you know we removed "Don't be evil" from our code of conduct in 2015?

[the-one-of-the-rats]

im gonna kms

[hikiclawd]

was already planning on switching search engines soon but seeing this felt like being shot in the head

I don't want my questions and searches to be fed into an AI . . . pls dpmo

[httpiastri]

this is so unrelated to racing but i’ve been having chest pains when deadlifting (and in some other exercises too) recently, so ofc i went to google it and…..

please???? why

(medical side of tumblr, if there even is a such thing, please help me find why i’m having this because it sucks 😭)

[iknow12555]

I was thinking about what if Desmond joined the Targent organization before he got married I know it's impossible, but WHAT IF It will be easier for him to sabotage their plans without them knowing it, and Targent's agents cannot complain about him because he will be "his father's beloved son" They see him as a spoiled boy

He was kidnapped by Targent without knowing that his father is now their president, and Leon will surprise him about it

I feel that when he meets him, he will feel a mixture of emotions?? For example, like happiness, oh my father is alive??

And anger because he became the head of the organization and never cared to return to his children

But on the other hand, he will take advantage of it

I don't know what to say, this came to my mind and I think I'll make it an au

[prettiestgirlathemorgue1]

I just love it when I get logged out of my account and can't remember my god damn password so the universe decides to pull a fuck you card on me, once again. And I have to start a new blog all over again. Don't you just love life.

[invisiblewashboard]

Yesterday I dropped my children off with my mother so that I could run some errands on my own. I am usually not granted this privilege, and I planned to take full advantage. For me, that looks like completing my tasks as quickly as humanly possible, getting some food from a drive-thru restaurant, then merely driving around aimlessly for a while.

Foolishly, I decided to drive past my childhood home and the surrounding areas.

For those of you who do not know, my childhood home was only recently purchased by a large company who is bringing loads and loads of infrastructure to my hometown. I understand the inevitability and necessity of such things, but that does not mean I have to like any of it.

I drove past the place where my home used to stand; the home my father designed. The home that I still have the blueprints for. The home he built with his own hands, exactly how my mother asked for it to be built.

After he died, it was hard for me to be in that house, even though that is often exactly where my mother needed me to be. It was as if I were standing inside my father’s mind, seeing every design choice, from the plethora of right angles, the symmetry and sharp, modern design as reminders of him, reminders that he should still be living in this house, providing for my mom and my little sister.

What was harder than being in the house was saying goodbye to it forever in January when my mother moved out. I cried more than perhaps I should have. Because it’s only a place. It was only a house. But it was my house once upon a time ago. And I hated leaving it forever. I had dreamed of my kids having sleepovers at their grandparents in that house, of my dad teaching them fire safety and how to navigate the woods around them there. I dreamt of their dad taking them hunting on the land, of them chasing chickens and goats around the garden and yard, since we don’t live in a place that allows the keeping of livestock.

But none of that was to be.

Now, when you drive by, there is nothing. Nothing but empty land and a pile of fill dirt where the house once stood. The only thing left are memories.

I did not expect that as I was driving by I would see one of our neighbor’s homes being actively torn down. An excavator was smashing through walls, glass from the windows shattering everywhere, drywall, siding, insulation all being torn out. And for what, you ask? For a huge data center. For parking lots. For ugly warehouses and fences and gray, brown, and black things to replace the trees and endless fields that used to be there.

I should have turned around and gone to my mother’s to get my kids at that point but I did not. I kept on. I drove past what used to be my favorite place in all the world, a place I would go to seek solace from the teasing of my brothers, the annoyances of a sister 13 years my junior. It did not used to be accessible by road, but that has since changed. It used to be a meadow, one full of tall, tall grasses and wildflowers. Long ago it used to be a farmer’s field, so there were no trees, but I had to trek through the woods for the shortest path there.

It wounded me deeply to see what it’s become. The grasses and wildflowers have been torn up. All that remains are clods of dirt, yellow construction vehicles, the beginnings of a parking lot, and the framing of a warehouse.

I admit my stomach twisted and tears burned my eyes when I saw it. I used to sit in that meadow with my diary in hand, facing the sun as it sank down into the horizon, loving every moment of peace and quiet, knowing if I were still enough, the deer would come from the surrounding wood to graze under the last light of day, that if I were very lucky, a rabbit may dart in front of me before realizing I was there. Once the sun had fully set, the ceasing of birdsong meant it was time for me to go home. And I was never afraid. Even in the dark, I knew my way through the woods well and it never took me longer than twenty minutes to come through the woods, into the clearing of my backyard.

No one will ever have the chance to experience the joy that meadow brought ever again. Because it’s gone now.

And my heart it just a bit broken over it.

[svetzzi]

only on youtube can i get a trailer for the new anti-trans "documentary" by the epoch times and then a trevor project donation popup ad on the exact same video

[giogiovania]

The devil (corporations) work fast but uBlock programmers work faster

[marblecakecait]

my google photos memory is full so i just want to download the years of photos in chronological order onto my computer to save on a drive and i cant even do that? like it literally wont let you

[pungent-things]

YouTube Vanced stopped working.

But only for my main account.

I had a spare account that I hadn't used since 2014 or something and that one works just fine. So the error it spits at you telling you to use the latest version of the YouTube App is a complete farce. This restriction is wholly arbitrary and is literally just YouTube being a bunch of cunts.

I got YouTube Revanced up and running which uses a more recent version and my primary account is still giving me that "error", but my spare account is working just fine.

Death to Google.

[the-real-google]

To celebrate pride month I've decided to make a part 2 of the killing transphobes post since it was given a community warning. (🚗🔨⚒️💥)

LIMITED TIME OFFER:

For every note this gets I will kill one (1) acephobe AND one (1) arophobe with my bare hands.

[corvid-king-dmi]

i fucking hate google it is fucking unuseable. all i do id try to research ancient religions like that of the etruscans and what do i find? amazon links. FUCK YOU GOOGLE AND FUCK YOU AMAZON i need to turn this bibliography in to my anthropology of religion professor TODAY its the last day of the extension i asked him for im going to RIP MY HAIR OUT if i hot one more paywall for a fucking book or article i swear to the fucking gods oh my FUCK

[hunterswings]

"ask your parent" GOOGLE I BET YOU DONT FUCKING HAVE ANY. YOU FUCKING AI ASS SECURE SYSTEM THAT LOCKS EVERYTHING OUT OF AN ACCOUNT WHEN YOU MAKE A SIMPLE MISS CLICK BECAUSE OF YOUR "YOU WILL BE LOCKED OUT IN 14 DAYS" BULLSHIT. WJY CANT YOU JUST BELIEVE SOMEONE WHEN THEY SAY THEIR BDAY. IVE SEEN 3 YEAR OLDS ON YOUTUBE WITH WORKING ACCOUNTS.

I ALMOST HAD 50 SUBSCRIBERS. I COULD ALMOST GO LIVE. NOW I CANT FUCKING OPEN YOUTUBE. I CANT EVEN DELETE THE FODDAMN ACCOUNT. ALL MY PICTURES ARE GONE. MY VIDEO GAMES. GONE. MY ONLINE FRIENDS? FUCK YOURSELF.

[obsidianfurr]

i will always bully google <3 anyway hi

[pblumpkins]

Hate how annoying it is to research traditional clothing. I wanna do the simple russian girl trend with my OC, so I look up "traditional ojibwe clothing" and I get nuthin, I look up male traditional ojibwe and I get nuthin, mostly costumes paintings of historic events or other clothing and I'm like I wanna get this shit accurate 😭😭 gonna be so damn mad... I know that part of his backstory is that he can barely remember anything about who he is and has to be reminded about it, and his mom and grandpa are white as shit in fucking illinois, but still it's part of his identity. Me white as hell but I wanna do it right, representation I mean.