Periscope Conspiracy Theory

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Now that I’ve watched this week’s episode of X-Files, a random thought popped into my head. Recently I’ve been on Periscope a lot… not as a scoper, but as an… I guess you could call it a scopee??? In other words, I watch other scoper’s videos. So for those of you who aren’t familiar with Periscope, whoever is making the video, or “scope,” is essentially videoing themselves doing something or attending something or teaching something, and the audience can see and hear them, either live or on replay. However, the audience (aka my made up word “scopee” from above) can only interact via chat (typed responses) or by tapping on the screen to send a visual heart to the scoper so the presenter knows that the audience appreciates them or is just giving feedback that we’re still watching.

So here’s my theory… what if… Periscope actually is collecting video/picture clips (aka “data”) on the scopees, unbeknownst to the scopees, of course, to essentially spy on everyone, while everyone oh-so-innocently thinks that we’re just passively absorbing a scope? I mean, to be honest, I sometimes watch scopes while eating, or doing laundry, or getting ready in the morning, and because I’m under the impression that I can see the scoper but that no one can see me, I just go about with my business.

But what if Periscope is actually using my camera to inconspicuously watch me while I’m tuned in to a scope???

So there’s my idea to ponder while we go on with our Thursday… and while I tune in to another scope while I get ready for work…

well played, my son

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Well played, my son. Well played.

Maybe next time Mommy won’t buy you the toy spider you really wanted with the tickets she won for you using tokens she bought with the money she earned working long hours at a stressful job just so you can “accidentally” “forget” it in her car in a place that will cause her anxiety to look at for months (maybe even years) without thinking about this humongous spider that almost leaped out onto her face and ate her alive.

Thank you, my son. Thank you.

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Ask Xfire

5/1/14: Real words from the mouths of my three kids –

  • Baby A, 5 years old (sorting through her school folder): “This paper can go in scrap.” (Interpretation: This paper can go in the scratch paper container (we reuse paper if it has a clean side)).
  • Baby B, 5 years old (looking at the calendar): “Today is May Fool’s Day! April 1 was April Fool’s Day so May 1 is May Fool’s Day.”
  • C, 8 years old (reviewing his status sheet from school – weekly report re: behavior where checkmarks are preferable to “OK’s” – commenting on 2 OK’s he got): “At least OK is a thousand times better than better.”

a to z: b is for boogers

Today’s A to Z post is brought to you by one of my five-year-old twin daughters (Baby A) and the celebratory way she started her day…

After blowing her nose all morning, Baby A *loudly* celebrated, “Woohoo, Mommy, I FINALLY got that booger out!”

Then proceeded to do the happy dance, chanting, “I got it! I got it! I got it!”

As a visual, recall Marlin and Dory’s celebratory chant/dance from Finding Nemo

Marlin: We did it, we did it oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! No eating here tonight, Woo!
Marlin, Dory: Eating here tonight!
Dory: No, no, no eating here tonight, you’re on a diet!

 

Moral of the day: Celebrate the small things in life.

 

daily prompt: she drives me crazy

 

What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?

Since I’m a list person that (sometimes) goes against the grain, here’s a short-ish list of not-so-deep things that people do that drive me crazy (I have lists of other personal pet peeves (light shining in from curtains/blinds, clutter, long nails) and deep dislikes (disrespect, lack of motivation/initiation, willful misleading) that I’ll save for another time).

Warning: some prevention suggestions are more anecdotal than advisory, some more humorously based off reality, and some may be judged as inappropriate, passive aggressive, and/or offensive. Please read/follow with caution.

  • lack of eye contact (adults who know better) – add in uncomfortably long pauses until they look at me, then immediately resume talking as if the uncomfortably long pause didn’t even exist
  • too much eye contact (i.e. staring) – stare back until they look away
  • leaving stuff (toys, clothes, etc.) all over the floor – randomly start counting down out loud (10, 9, 8…) then announce that time’s up and start gathering and tossing (into the garbage can) items left on the floor
  • stepping over said stuff (see above) on the floor – (see above)
  • when laundry is thrown on or near the hamper (vs. in) – leave it there unwashed and dirty…they’ll either get the hint or eventually run out of clean clothes

how the grinch stole grammar!

As a Speech-Language Pathologist, self-proclaimed word nerd, and Dr. Seuss-aholic, I absolutely LOVE this post!

Stroppy Editor

(With apologies to Dr Seuss)

Every Who down in Who-ville liked English a lot
But the Grinch, who lived just north of Who-ville, did NOT!
Whenever he thought of the language, he’d languish
In horrified anger and furious anguish!
But the funny thing was that beneath all this hate
He somehow believed, well, that English was great.
But it wasn’t the English the Whos wrote and spoke –
No! THAT made him scowl! Made him fume! Made him choke!
Made him choke!
Made him choke!
Made him CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE!

So what on earth was it the innocent Whos
Were doing so wrong with the language they’d use?
If you were to walk into Who-ville one day
You’d see lots of people with fine things to say.
They’d joke and exclaim and they’d promise and sing,
They’d chat and debate – yes, they’d do anything
That this wonderfully versatile…

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