Sunday, 31 July 2016

Show Review: Stranger Things

When a young boy disappears, his mother, a police chief, and his friends must confront terrifying forces in order to get him back.
(source: imdb)

Sunday, 17 July 2016

"Targeted" Advertising and The Incriminating Google Search History

(image source: Pinterest)

A couple of months ago I got very frustrated with so-called targeted advertising. Everywhere I went, Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, random sites on the net, the only adverts I seemed to get were for nappies, baby foods, baby pictures, and other baby related things. Either that or advice on how to get pregnant and dating websites.

Being fairly oblivious to how targeted advertising works, I posted something along the lines of "Why do I get bombarded with babies and pregnancy stuff wherever I look, when the only thing I recently googled that had anything to do with children was child sacrifice?"

Sunday, 3 July 2016

Leaving the Living Room: New Writers Awards

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,
Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
The visage was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.
I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run’st more hobbling than is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save homespun cloth i’ th’ house I find.
In this array ‘mongst vulgars may’st thou roam.
In critic’s hands beware thou dost not come,
And take thy way where yet thou art not known;
If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none;
And for thy mother, she alas is poor,
Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.

(Anne Bradstreet 1612-1672)