Massively Parallel Procrastination

On Privacy

I know everyone's upset that the trusted third party twit who created "The Crush Meme." But. It's a webform. You told some random person on the internet who you were attracted to. This is rather foolish. I've been that third party. Thankfully, I'm not that fucking mercenary.


Anything you ever type into a web browser will be read by your:
parents, grandparents, children (I don't care if they won't exist for the next 20 years), teachers, students, bosses, coworkers, direct reports, doctors, lawyers, accountants, grocers, pharmacists, drug dealers, bookmakers, boyfriends, girlfriends, spouses and the random guy you meet next week.

Unless, of course, it's important to you that they see whatever it is that you've written. Then they'll never see it.

This includes anything you post to Livejournal. I don't care if it's a friends-only post. I don't care if it's locked down to a friends group containing only you and your cat. Danga does have a financial incentive to not violate your trust, but well, it is the internet. Anything could happen.