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Scammers are getting a bit too excited if you ask me.

Just the other day when I post something, two different accounts pretending to be Tumblr staff with a really shady account name (different numbers) tagged me to read their page and "click here" to identify myself to get of some black list of tumblr. EU are not that bright with these new identification law bull they are trying to pull, when 99% of all their allied companies handling data are as trustworthy as a stray cat near a fishbowl. But that's another subject.

The issue in this post is that scammers heard them, and faster than a toddler running to the nearest set of stares, made scam accounts to look as official as possible.

I just can't fall for it! Why would tumblr make any shady named account to inform us about such change? Why would they need to "tag" me in anything instead of just informing me in a popup window? The fact that I got TWO notices at once makes it even less believable.

If this EU thing would finally push this site to act, they would problably just warn us ahead by mail "without any links" and then force us to comply next time we wish to log in throught our regular browser or app.

"What would you do if you became a dictator?"

Have a system that supports new parents. But I would probably force those with kids under 10 to live in a special city for them. That means every shopping center, every museum, every cinema will be filled with screaming children running around, while the rest of the country can live in peace.

"Wow... Isn't that a bit extreme?"

Fair enough. I'll make a town for people with no kids. If anyone breaks that policy and has small kids anyway, they will be given a house of equal value in the first mentioned town for the home they will be leaving in a "kid free" town.

Also, If anybody visits "No kid" town with kids under 10 anyway, they will be led back to the border of the city with a ticket by officers who then will give the kids espresso candy as a secondary punishment. Ignorance shall be punished with lack of sleep and children climbing their walls in the hell they created for themselves.

"I don't like that either..."

Then pray nobody votes for me. Cause unlike most today, I'm a classy dictator who can take a fair loss. I'm gonna be the "tator" without acting like a pathetic "dic"

Is this a joke? "People with NO imagination?" Are these guys serious or did everybody with imagination just walk away? If it's a Aphantasia thing, then just say that. But still.

Although, I guess imagination is a skill that some lack. But in my experience it's mostly a choice. At least for the few I know.

It is okay to be down to earth. Some people like that. Made up stuff must be annoying if reality makes you happy.

So why are Meta trying to slop stories for none-imaginaries?

Is it to train people who asked for it? There are way better ways than using stolen ideas with the side of confusion and propaganda (Okay, that last one is a long shot) you know.

Seriously. Did an AI come up with this idea? Are there any humanoid working in Meta anymore? Or is it just that lizard man, Mark, surrounded by radioactive servers that keeps him warm?

"Made for the masters" as they say. At least for sketching to medium level 3D sculpting and animation if I wish.

Also the price was decent. Even for a Wacom.... Aaaand I could order it to this island without paying that 50% custom crap... i mean "trap." Thank you Multitronic for having something for me.

However. I was stopped. Not by the store. By my wife and her family. They wanted to buy it for me together.

The 40 year birthday party spirit I suppose. Well, I sure wouldn't mind. That's mighty kind of them. They still don't know I made their daughter stop praising Jesus, right? ._.

Anyway. Now I have to figure out what to get for myself all over again. It gets harder the older we get. Not gonna lie.

A new chair? Standing desk? Or maybe a electric scooter for some get out of the house trips. I kinda wanted to practice my landscape drawing before winter.

I dunno. Kinda mundane and grownup I think. It should be something fun.

Oh that's right. Juli is getting a Tattoo. A horse on her shoulder.

So when she was unsure where I was in her newly freed mind, I feared I was friend zoned by my wife of 13+ years. But I decided to prepare and accept it. No matter how it hurts. I still love her after all.

That, however, turned out to be unnecessary.

As I was backing off and acted more like a friend you can trust, it only took a few days before her behavior changed.

She got really clingy and oddly happier.

She even called me a "Didn't see the woods cause of all the trees" situation and apologized over and over again.

I am still a little unsure if she's doing a bit for my sake or she really do love me that way still. A hit like that does leave a dent after all.

It's one hell of an act then. Better than when she tried to "make me see god" without pushing.

While trying to figure out what was wrong with my phone, I was left without info after all, I learned about their app.

Oh, okay! I can keep an eye on my bills and get tech issue info? At least with Wifi.

Cool... Download!

And there we go. "Disturbances in your area"

The funny thing is. I got the app yesterday, got the notice today and this happen 24 hours ago.

Most of them are angry rants that I decided was a bit too toxic for the public.

Pretty good journal though.

That last grumpy uncle post about "Society on turning 40" was one of those I didn't want to post (what if my old family found it)

I let slide online anyway because it made an older friend laugh.

"Been there" he said.

Lokal papers wanted to congratulate me on my 40th birthday and asked me to send my information for an interview or at least have the chance to have an article in their paper.

What a load of bull. Those vultures already know when I was born. Why would I feed them more details they already have? Let me guess. They want me to pay for that offered article from my own pocket.

My birtday is a month away and people expect me to be eager cause it's another milestone.

I tried to decline peacefully. But then I'm the ungrateful bad guy for breaking some kind of unwritten law.

What law? To suck it up that I'm past halfway in the grave and should start buying shit before it's too late? No thanks. All I want is my art supply, without AI tools. But apparently that's wrong too.

No, I'm not having a party. No, I'm not gonna take some long trip. Are you crazy? No, I don't want to talk to a relative I haven't spoken to in twenty years. Btw. i cutting my nuts. So forget about that "mini me" project.

Now the paper is after me for my age too?

This got old really fast and now I'm getting a bit pissed off to be honest.

Thanks for the congratulations. That, I can appreciate. I don't need anything else.

I ended up getting stuck with a bunch of tourists in the supermarket parking lot. Why were we stuck there? Cause the only main road to the west part of the island was closed. Apparently some truck went up in flames in that direction. Nobody was hurt according to the Officer, but that way was not a traffic option for the upcoming hour or two.

I just mumbled to myself for having to drive a long way home in a hot car full of groceries. Typical grumpy Robb nagging his luck. I just needed a cold water for the country road first.

A dad stopped me on the way out from the supermarket, since he did notice I was local and was heading the same way before the police stopped us. He asked for directions. They needed to catch the next ferry of the island in an hour, or they would be stuck until morning.

He knew no swedish, his english was weak and his phone had no internet... No GPS either, huh? Of course not... Guess it can't be helped. I had no idea where to get a paper map and time was running out.

My introverted nerves were acting up. But I can't just turn my back either. I'm a bitter boi. Not a monster.

So I had to take the long road home and guide three cars filled with tourists through country roads to reconnect back with the main one. It was a thirty minute detour for them, but it was certainly better than waiting two hours and still getting stranded over night.

Before I headed home, I made sure they knew the rest of the way to the harbour. They did. I led them to familiar roads. Good good. That means I can leave.

They insisted on giving me a chocolate bar for my troubles... Never seen this brand before. Could be German.

Hopefully they got to their ship in time. If they drive safely, they would reach the gates ten ot five minutes before they close.

Is it even fanart if the company I work for own the character?

I was even asked to make something silly for a "watch your head" sign.

I understand if they live far away or something. But this one is bragging for living five minutes walking distance from work.

A few days before the booked thing, you learn the date changed for later, you get confused, ask the second they are sure, and accepts that you might have been wrong.

Then learn that you were right and the second was wrong.

Now the third is nice enough to help anyway. Even though you arrived hours late.

Now you feel silly for not trusting your guts in the first place.

Confirming my work hours:

Crippling paperwork anxiety kicks in

Hay! Foget about it.