Yeah. You Didn’t Have the “Green” Thing Back in Your Day.

Several of my facebook friends shared this little meme-story on their walls recently. No author is attributed because fuck it, it’s facebook.


Borrowed ♥ “Checking out at the grocery store recently, the young cashier suggested I should bring my own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. I apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.” The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.” She was right about one thing — our generation didn’t have the green thing in “Our” day. So what did we have back then…? After some reflection and soul-searching on “Our” day here’s what I remembered we did have…. Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles repeatedly. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day. We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day. Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn’t have the green thing back in our day. Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right. We didn’t have the green thing back then. We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint. But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then? Please post this on your Facebook profile so another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smarty-pants young person can add to this…”


How has this not been called out on it’s bullshit yet? Unless this shopper was 90 years old they probably had an electric dryer in “their day”. Also, I don’t know what grocery store they’re going to but I’ve been to hippie organic co-ops and nobody’s given me shit for not having a reusable bag.


Whatever. Here’s a more accurate portrayal of how this conversation would have went down.


“Checking out at the grocery store recently, the young cashier suggested I should bring my own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. I apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.” The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.” She was right about one thing — our generation didn’t have the green thing in “Our” day. So what did we have back then…? After some reflection and soul-searching on “Our” day here’s what I remembered we did have…. Back then we had mercury in our batteries and our light switches which we threw away into landfills because we didn’t have the “green” thing back in our day. In fact, we let school children play with mercury in science classes with their bare hands! We didn’t have hybrid cars, we were lucky to get 15 miles to the gallon but we didn’t bother to think about it because gas was so cheap. The gas also had lead in it. Our house paint also had lead in it because we didn’t have the “green” thing back in our day. The Grand Canyon was so choked with smog you couldn’t see across it because she was right, we didn’t have the “green” thing. Back in our day we dumped 20 million gallons of herbicides and defoliants on the jungles of Vietnam killing not only a ton of vegetation but people, birds, animals, whatever because we didn’t have the “green” thing back in our day. We sprayed our food crops with DDT and fished the blue walleye into extinction because we didn’t have the green thing back in our day. Back in our day Lake Erie was so polluted that it literally caught on fire because we didn’t have the “green” thing back in our day. Isn’t it completely plausible that the current generation laments on how wasteful we were because we didn’t have the “green” thing back then? Please post this on your facebook so another self absorbed nostalgia addict baby boomer can realize that older is not, by default, better.

Screwing With Spambots.

I got a friend request on facebook today from a girl. She’s hot, lists her interests as “partying” and “working out” and only has 13 friends. Honestly, it’s like the spambots aren’t even trying anymore.


Friend me so I can tag you when I post links to viruses and porn tee hee!




There’s just something so impersonal about a spambot. If you’re going to try to scam me or infect my computer I’d like a little human interaction. Call me old fashioned but I miss the days when you could have a real live person look you in the eyes while he swindled you for everything you were worth.


If I seem a little passionate about the subject it’s because I had a scammer contact me on facebook. Not a bot but an actual person who talked with me as he or she tried to get $6,000 from me. What we had was real. Her name was Laura Jones and we had a back and forth via facebook messaging. Here’s our story.


Laura Jones
hello
pls am laura by name you may not know me befor am single and pls am hee for your help am in need of $6000 for operation i got accident and i have been looking for whome for help me but no one thats why am sending you this message now but i will eb very happy if you can help me out with any amount you think you can pls

Bill Young
Wow. I’m really sorry and I’d be glad to help out but I can only spare about $2000 right now. What is the operation for?

Laura Jones
am having problem with my heart thats why pls any amount you think you can offer me pls GOD will be with you no amount is much and no one is small pls

Bill Young
Well I’d love to help you out but there’s one problem. I’m a satanist and I can’t help out anyone that doesn’t share my faith. Would you accept the dark lord into your heart?

Laura Jones
well is thats the way for you to help me am ready ok …………pls am ready ok and am doing all with my faith of satanist
well is thats the way for you to help me am ready ok …………pls am ready ok and am doing all with my faith of satanist
pls am ready to any thing you want pls help me out pls with any amount you are having pls

Bill Young
Great! I’m so glad you decided to come into the fold. It will take a little more commitment than just saying you’re a Satanist, though. You’re going to have to prove your faith to the Prince of Lies. I know you need this operation soon so I’ll just need you to do two things before I send you the money.

1. Tattoo the mark of the beast (666) somewhere on your body. Doesn’t matter where (I have it on my lower back) but it needs to be at least two inches tall.

2. A lock of hair from somebody has wronged you. This will be used in your first revenge ritual. It’s really fun.

Just take care of those things and I can get you the money. I checked with my bank and I should be able to swing about $3000.

Laura Jones
ok well how do i do all this things now pls tell me pls am in pain pls

Bill Young
Tell you what, we can go through the initiation together and then I can give you the money. Where are you located?

Laura Jones
am in nigerian hospital now where am being given treatment ok


That was the last I heard of her. The account was deleted. Somebody must have reported her.



Goodbye, Laura Jones of Nigeria. I’ll never forget what you said to me. “no amount is much and no one is small pls.”

Facebook, Like Jesus or Santa, is Watching You

Facebook just seems to be on a pissing-people-off streak lately.  Their most recent layout change had a lot of users in an uproar (frankly, I didn’t care) and now it turns out they can track what websites you visit even when you’re logged out of facebook.

The discovery made headlines after Nik Cubrilovic read a blog about facebook’s new “frictionless apps” which could allow websites to (from the hufpo article)”write apps whereby all activity on their pages can be shared automatically to a user’s Facebook profile. The aim is to make sharing more convenient, so that Facebook members can more easily browse what their friends are interested in and start conversations about common interests and activities.”

The blogger stated that it would seem to avoid a corporate info sharing orgy one would have to log out of facebook before browsing other sites. He linked his original post as a comment warning that logging off wasn’t enough.

Nik writes “With my browser logged out of Facebook, whenever I visit any page with a Facebook like button, or share button, or any other widget, the information, including my account ID, is still being sent to Facebook.”

So everytime I visit a website with one of these –

my info is being sent to facebook?  Every website has share widgets now.  In fact, what website did this picture come from?  Let’s zoom out a bit and find out.

AAAAAHHHH!  IT’S TRACKING MY PORN!

Facebook knows all the porn I’ve been watching!  My stepmom’s on facebook!  Facebook’s gonna tell my stepmom and Thanksgiving’s gonna be all weird now!

Thanks for ruining Thanksgiving, stupid facebook.