One thing I am always aware of are apps that want permission to access Bluetooth and/or Wi-Fi and/or Networks.
Even though Bluetooth is very short ranged it can still be used to tie you into a location within a database based on other database records that are more detailed.
Yeah, I love playing you “My Great Dog-sitting Simulator” (not a real app) but you do not need access to my BT. The OS handles sending your audio to my headphones!
I’ve read some online comments, so reader beware, that Musk & Thiel are grooming Shillbilly Vance to be the next president.
Trump is being used for his base, but once elected he’ll be put to pasture. Vance will either be pulling his strings, or outright take over.
Kinda makes sense if you consider that they’ve also been driving the narrative that Biden is a puppet and Kamala has been in charge. “Every accusation is an admission,” and all that.
It’s interesting that the article mentions them looking for tests, yet doesn’t mention applying the theory to things we’ve already tested with other predictions. The Bullet Cluster, for example.
That seems really suspect to me. It would seem ‘a given’ to run the hypothesis against that which is already measured to validate it, or not. But to ignore established metrics and go out looking seems to be a fish looking for fishermen.
You may have heard of Folsom Street Fair? The sex & kink positive, all-inclusive, world-famous, 2-day long, San Francisco street fair?
For the first time in over 2 decades of attending my husband and I were turned away from the new, unmarked, Trans & Non-Binary Gate & Safe Space because we weren’t, nor did we identify, as such.
Be me: out drinking with friends for several hours.
Be them: acting completely normal.
Be me: drinking makes you pee, so me go pee, many times.
Be us: we’re drunk! Having a great time.
Be them: still acting completely normal.
Be me: say good night and put on my leather jacket.
Be me brain: Damn I’m drunk cuz this thing feels like it weights a ton ! Stumble home.
Be me front door: watching the confused, bemused, astonished drunk reach for his keys and pull lemon after lime after orange out of his pockets, but no keys.
Be me front door glass: Watching him stuff them into his jeans pockets like a never ending clown car of NINE pieces of citrus.
Be me keyhole: Watching drunk-e-poo finally find his keys, and let himself in.
Be me: laughing and drunk and wondering what the hell’s going on…
Be them: laughing their asses off, wondering when I’d finally notice that every time I got up to pee they took whole bar garnish and put it in my pockets.
One thing I am always aware of are apps that want permission to access Bluetooth and/or Wi-Fi and/or Networks.
Even though Bluetooth is very short ranged it can still be used to tie you into a location within a database based on other database records that are more detailed.
Yeah, I love playing you “My Great Dog-sitting Simulator” (not a real app) but you do not need access to my BT. The OS handles sending your audio to my headphones!