On the internet, nobody knows you are Australian.
To tell you the truth, I don’t know who I am either. Somebody sincere, perhaps.
But if you ever read this one day, I hope that you are as proud of me, as I am of the person I imagined you to be.
On the internet, nobody knows you are Australian.
To tell you the truth, I don’t know who I am either. Somebody sincere, perhaps.
But if you ever read this one day, I hope that you are as proud of me, as I am of the person I imagined you to be.
But the top grossing movie for 2023 is an original movie, and that’s pretty impressive.
Now, if I could only remember what it’s called…
a movie about intensely organized alien race that mainly communicates via sick dance moves.
We already did that, it’s called “Barbie” and it is art.
Why else did you think the Kens had that highly choreographed dance battle?
Why would he make a social media account under a fake name, instead of using his real name but make everyone think it’s an unverified parody account to say whatever he wants and never get suspected?
It’s not that bloody difficult.
If there was only some way to make any attempts at building an accurate profile of one’s online presence via data scraping completely useless by masking one’s own presence within the vast quantity of online data of someone else, let’s say for example, a famous public figure.
But who would do such a thing?
If you think Ernest Cline’s movie is cringy, wait until you read his poetry. Absolutely one of the worst piece of writing I’ve ever read.
And it only gets worse from there.