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NordVPN, Privacy and Black Friday Deals!!

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Well thanks to a great deal on Samsung TVs at Sam’s Club, I am no longer watching the wall mount. It now has a huge TV attached to it…I can say that 4K with 240 motion rate makes the old James Bond movies from the 60’s and 70’s look…

Department of Commerce Releases Fact Sheet on EU-U.S. Privacy Shield

As we reported yesterday, the United States and the European Commission have reached a political agreement on a new framework for transatlantic data flows, referred to as the EU-U.S. Privacy Shield.  The U.S. Department of Commerce (“Commerce”) released a fact sheet yesterday to coincide with the announcement of the agreement. The fact sheet includes a series of bullet points listing ways in…

This morning, thousands of people received a text message from a mysterious number. And this is how the message ran:

Dear subscriber, you are registered as a participant in a mass disturbance.

Or, at least, that's what it would have said had it been in English and not in Ukrainian.

Yes, if you were in the city of Kiev during the riots that took place last night or some time thereafter or something (I don't really have the details, I'm not CCN), then you may have received a polite message from the Ukrainian government letting you know that they, quite literally, have your number and if you don't stop throwing bricks or punching policeman or whistling in the dark (again, I don't really have the details, I'm not CCN), then you can rest assured that the next text message you receive will be less polite... maybe even fatal.

Okay, so maybe that last bit where I implied that the Ukrainian government has the ability to send SMS messages with the power to take lives isn't true (in my defense, I once received a chain message that said if I didn't say the name of my crush into a mirror five times she'd get voodoo-murdered, so I'm constantly on the lookout for killer text messages) but the rest of what I wrote is reasonably accurate and, today, the mainstream media has been abuzz, awash and, indeed, all ago-go with articles peppered with the word "Orwellian" to the point that they're a little hard to swallow without sneezing so hard that the eyes you tried to roll out yesterday rocket out of their sockets, fly across the dining table and kill your butler.

The trouble is, of course, that we already know that the people in charge are watching every little, mundane, boring, fart-of-a-thing we do under their microscopes - like they're the anythings from Mars we were once told the chances of them coming from Mars were a million to one, they said.

That's why, when Edward Snowden blew his "look-out-they're-listening-to-your-calls-and-reading-your-emails" whistle, it made a raspy wet noise, as if it were filled with the seaweed of our already knowing that, thank you very much - because it had been filled with that very seaweed!

We all know that our electronic messages and magic-talking-box conversations are being monitored by men in trench coats sitting in dank cubicles eating pistachio nuts and spitting the salty shells into overflowing bins in front of giant tape-machines that fill up the bulk of their offices. We've known that since the 70s, for Gorbachev's sake! 

And who cares if the big-big-big-big are listening to our private chinwags or reading about how much milk is in the fridge and the ensuing argument about whose turn it is to buy some more? I mean, we live in a world where most of us voluntarily give up that kind of personal information anyway, on this, the internet.

You've told advertisers what to advertise at you under the false assumption that the people who know you also want to know that you prefer Nutella to peanut butter. You've openly admitted that you think someone should smash Sarah's head in with a length of rusty pipe, thus giving the police a nice lead if Sarah's head is ever found smashed in with a length of rusty pipe. I have, literally, just this second, no word of a lie, received a text message from O2 about a competition to win BAFTA tickets based, I am sure, on the fact that I often send tweets via my O2 phone and they are, on occasion, about films and television.

We will let anyone read our Facebook wall to avoid the inconvenience of having to type out our email address and password again. 

So the Ukrainian government sent text messages to people in and around Kiev in order to dissuade those planning to riot from doing so?

Well, whoop-dee-fucking-do!

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Dear Sexes: My boyfriend thinks it’s great to walk in on me when I’m going to the bathroom.  There’s no lock on the door in his apartment and it drives me crazy!  He thinks I’m being uptight.  I think this is just basic courtesy.  What do you guys think?

She Said: Okay this has to stop.  The bathroom is PRIVATE, people.  Especially when you’re dating?!  No!  Tell him if he wants you to hang out at his place he needs to respect the closed door.  I’m sure he grew up in a very open, free-spirited household.  That’s great for him.  Some of us, however, don’t want to see you change a lightbulb with your block and tackle hanging out, we don’t want to talk about sex with your parents, and we don’t want you to see us poo.  We just don’t!

 Can you explain how it makes you feel violated, maybe even disrespected?  If you just say it’s embarrassing, maybe he doesn’t think that’s very serious.  This is an issue of boundaries and I’m a HUGE fan of clearly establishing boundaries.  I bet if you’re clear about it, he’ll knock it off.

He Said: Does your boyfriend have a problem with sleepwalking?  Does he sleepwalk at all hours of night and day?  Otherwise, I can't figure out why he feels it necessary to wander into the bathroom while you're "in dispose".  Nothing stinks worse than codependency!