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9gag has buried a giant monolith full of rage faces and other awful old memes in an effort to “puzzle” future generations, informing them of said internet memes with 9gags logo slapped on it

Correctly identifying that such a monument would be interpreted and revered by future archaeologists much like monuments of previous civilisations, 4chan has issued a jihad and is now geolocating the burial site of the stone in order to conduct an ISIS style demolition/desecration of the monument

Here is the video they have been going off of:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WanRFNtFwGI

Android Companion AU

Lucis is an advanced civilization, the crown city of Insomnia is self sustaining and generally safe, but the limited land with which to build on can barely fit the growing population. You are an independent adult who had landed a dream job in the heart of the city, your parents bid you farewell from their farmhouse just east of Lestallum, and now you are living alone in a very crowded, claustrophobic, and constantly noisy business district.

One day, you find an offer of comfort in your solitary life:

Model: NOCT-1.5 (limited number of units produced):

  • This model is the cutting-edge technology of all companions available in the market, the be-all end-all royalty of the trade. it is never advertised because very few people can afford it, but you’re a tech nerd and you’ve heard of the legends
  • It’s usually ridiculously expensive and waaaay out of your range, for some reason, this one is on sharp discount in your local computer shop
  • the clerk tells you it’s on a discount because it has been taken out of the box by a previous owner and returned, but is in top shape otherwise
  • it’s a small investment even after the price cut and you’re seriously trying to talk yourself out of it, but the more you look at the android behind the sheer plastic, the more you are entranced by the sharp features and slim design.
  • a part of you hungers to see what the eyes look like once turned on, and what kinds of apps and functions you can install on such a rare product
  • you take it home, and the moment you plug it- him in, bright piercing eyes glow red for three seconds, and then mellow out to a soft crystal blue

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Honda Civic Type R in-car dating app, April 1, 2017. Honda has launched a new in-car dating app that helps drivers find love. The H-Swipe app connects to an innovative digital windscreen and interactive directional windscreen ‘s-wipers’, and uses geolocation technology to pinpoint the nearest potential dating candidate. The driver then uses the windscreen wipers to swipe left or right, either accepting or rejecting and moving on to the next eligible suitor.

FICLET: A Study in I Love Yous (2/2)

Part I here (and now also on Ao3)


She doesn’t admit that she loves him. Not aloud anyway.

She ignores the warnings on Omega, when her heart sings at the sight of him–when, for the briefest of moments, it seems as if everything is right in the galaxy. She almost hugs him, almost falls to pieces in the arms of her old friend. But Cerberus is watching, and she cannot let them see.

She denies it on the Normandy, when she stalks outside the med bay for hours. Miranda is incessant, but Shepard doesn’t want to give her answers, doesn’t want to explain how she did what was necessary to get him off that station in time to save his life. You lied to me about him, she accuses, with more anger than she intends, so I don’t owe you anything.

She keeps denying it through Sidonis and the Collector Base and all the stolen moments in between. She knows the line between friend and more has long since blurred, but she can’t quite figure out when she lost track of it. She can’t determine the precise moment when her harmless attempts to make him blush became intentional flirting became–whatever it is she feels the night he comes to her cabin.

She tries not to question it when she grabs his omnitool as he sleeps. She has run through every possible strategy for their attack on the Collector Base, every way she can keep him at her side. Every plan fails except the one where he leads the second fire team, but the thought–the nightmare–of them separating drives her to distraction. Their comms could be cut, he might not reach the rendezvous point, they might have to leave when he’s nowhere to be found. She cannot stop running through every horrific possibility, and so in those final twilight hours, she links his omnitool to hers. She gives him full access to her most jealously guarded possession, so that she can track his biometrics and geolocation. Mission be damned, she will not leave him behind.

She doesn’t know where that falls on the line between “just friends” and more, but it is decidedly Not Casual. She supposes she shouldn’t be surprised, though. As she nervously teased him the night before, she is nothing if not intense. She has never once managed to do anything casually. Never really wanted to try.

She hopes he understood her hints.

Menae changes everything. She hasn’t heard from him in six months. She nearly gives up hope of ever seeing him when she sees the state of Palaven. But there he is, standing tall on that besieged moon, and the sight of him, alive and in command, fills her with unexpected pride and admiration. She wants to embrace him, to tell him all of the fears she’s kept inside for the past half year. But just like Omega, there are too many eyes. So instead, she shakes his hand. It’s proper and it’s formal, and rattles her in a way that makes her start to question whether this Not Casual thing she feels is actually Love. She wonders, and she fears, whether he feels the same.

The answer, of course, is obvious–when she finally pays attention. He never actually says he loves her. Not aloud at least. But he tells her every day.

He tells her when she arrives at the war room only to discover that the petulant diplomats have resolved their unnecessary disputes. He tells her when she enters her cabin well past zero dark thirty, exhausted and frayed, only to see that her mountains of paperwork have been completed in triplicate. He tells her when she finds herself in bed, boots removed, though she’s certain she fell asleep at her desk over a pile of work. And he tells her when, despite the galaxy crumbling around them, he still finds a way to make her laugh.

He tells her in all the perfect ways only he can, and sometimes she hates it. She hates that she should find something that makes her so happy while so many others suffer. She hates that they found each other in the midst of all this chaos. She hates that she sometimes wonders if they could be happy together without all the carnage.

But then he takes her to the Citadel on the most perfect date, and she’s tired of denying herself the things she feels.

Reapers be damned, she’ll steal whatever slivers of happiness they can find. “I love you, Garrus Vakarian,” she admits, to herself and to him. She knows it’s a long time coming, and the truth floods her with relief.

But he doesn’t return the sentiment. He mentions something about Joker’s vids, and she knows he’s flustered. He stutters, like he did when she first mentioned blowing off steam, and she realizes he thinks she’s still just trying to make him blush.

She doesn’t say it again.

The words are not enough, and she’s not sure what is. She obsesses over the question, keeps a mental list of a thousand ways to tell him, but she lacks the subvocals to convince him of the depth of her feeling. He deserves perfect, and she can never give that to him. So she says nothing. She doesn’t want to screw it up again.

But of all the perfect things they have–friendship, trust, respect–time is not one of them. It never has been.

And before she knows it, he is injured and he cannot go on. His mandibles flare in desperation when he realizes she intends to leave him behind, and some quiet part of her whispers that this might be her last chance.

“I love you, Garrus Vakarian,” she says, and she knows it’s not enough. “And I always will.”

She catches the droop of his jaw, the frighteningly short moment in which he realizes she’s never been joking, and she melts at his response. She takes his armored hand in hers and, for a second, she is tempted to bask in this final captured moment. This sliver of time they stole from the chaos around them.

All too quickly, the screech of Reaper fire and the chattering of husks shatters that stolen moment. It’s not enough.

She can’t remember drawing her weapon, but the sounds of the Reaper forces fueled something selfish inside her, and it powers her forward.

They deserves more than stolen moments in a firefight.   

He deserves more than two hastily spoken I Love Yous, only one of which he believes.

There may not be a perfect way to say it, but he deserves to hear her try. A thousand times and maybe more.

She leaves a trail of carnage, a scattering of husks and Marauders in her wake, and as she reloads her heat sink, still drunk on fury and selfishness, she promises herself that this is the last moment she will allow the Reapers to take. The rest will be hers, to cherish and enjoy. She will make the time to tell him that she loves him in each of the thousand ways she imagined.

And may the galaxy have mercy on the poor soul who tries to stop her.

leyitah2  asked:

Hello, I wanted to ask you hoe to get the raw episodes in english so that I could watch the series in a nice quality (considering that all I have home is a really old tv -the square ones-) and my laptop.

You can purchase the episodes from several sources! These include:

Alternatively, you can also purchase the DVDs:

Episodes can also be streamed (depending on your geolocation): 

Green Eyed Monster (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine a new girl coming onto your team at the BAU to replace Emily, but Reid and her take a shine to each other and it doesn’t settle well with you…

Warnings: Language, jealousy

Word Count: 1254

Note: Beta’d by my amazing betaaaa @like-a-bag-of-potatoes thank you a million!

Tags: @munlis @amarvelouswritings

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It was six months after Emily’s death…You were all still in shock, the whole team. Every mission was more tense, more calculated, more focused. Everyone used extreme caution now. You were all each other’s support but it didn’t seem like enough. Not to mention Strauss breathing down Hotch’s neck all the time, trying to constantly assess all of us. God, you hated that woman. You all had already dealt with so much and she itched to make it ten times worse. Any minute failure on any part of the BAU, and she would be there in a flash to tear the wound and pick at it until it festered and destroyed you. But you were determined to not let that happen. This was your family.

Suddenly, one day, Hotch showed up with a young woman with bright, long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, petite figure. She reminded you a lot of JJ or Seaver. She was any guy’s dream with her cheery disposition.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet the new member to the team, Stacy Reynolds. Stacy, this is the team, I’ll let you all get acquainted,” Hotch informed stiffly as he nodded to everyone then briskly left for his office.

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Behind the futuristic promise of a world of fully linked people and objects, when cars, fridges, watches, vacuums, and dildos are directly connected to each other and to the Internet, there is what is already here: the fact that the most polyvalent of sensors is already in operation: myself. “I” share my geolocation, my mood, my opinions, my account of what I saw today that was awesome or awesomely banal. I ran, so I immediately shared my route, my time, my performance numbers and their self-evaluation. I always post photos of my vacations, my evenings, my riots, my colleagues, of what I’m going to eat and who I’m going to fuck. I appear not to do much and yet I produce a steady stream of data. Whether I work or not, my everyday life, as a stock of information, remains fully valuable.
—  The Invisible Committee, To Our Friends

it’s 4am and idk why i wrote this but i felt like it lol. but anyway here are some loose thoughts i’ve been having and these don’t form the entirety of my process but here’s where i am u prolly need tuh skip this if you are very invested in privilege politics (which i reject lol). locating women’s oppression in the qualities of their biology reifies conservative ideas about how the supremacy of men over women is inevitable (this is biological determinism); if women are oppressed by nature then inequality will be seen as natural and fighting against it would be seen as a farce. the location of women’s oppression isn’t determined by the fact of their reproductive capacity, but rather in the ways that both their productive and reproductive capacities have historically & socially been regulated through class society in order to maintain their lower socio-economic power relative to men of similar class standing for hundreds of years. the social devaluation and hatred of vulvas, uteri, menstruation etc etc stems from misogynist ideology put in place to obfuscate, justify, and perpetuate women’s oppression and relegate women’s social worth entirely to reproductive exploitation. women do not all have the same physical bodies or reproductive functions, and all women’s bodies are degraded, however this does not mean that there is no history behind how vulvas, uteri, menstruation etc are seen socially in terms of misogyny.

the way these misogynist ideologies harm nontrans and trans women will have commonalities, and there are also differences that need to be taken seriously to account for how and why they experience misogyny in particular ways (so yes, for example, women who can become pregnant must talk about pregnancy in relation to the socioeconomic & ideological struggles that motherhood forms for them as women when they need to, and women who cannot become pregnant must not be pathologized and they too need to discuss their various positions in terms of womanhood wrt reproduction & motherhood when they need to). women’s various forms of embodiment cannot be divorced from how they experience womanhood; it is imperative that women do not pathologize each other’s bodies or attempt to silence each other. and equally important, women should form bonds, relationships, coalitions among each other and empathize with each other. to me it’s not about having the perfect theory, but about having empathy and healing relationships and accountability so women can suppress and eliminate the patriarchal ideas we project on each other. there is a very real trauma all women feel and all of it needs to be recognized so perhaps one day our descendants don’t have it as bad as we do. we ought to celebrate when we can. as audre lorde says — ‘It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.’

to suppress patriarchy there needs to be a fight waged against misogynist ideology and against the social and material issues that lie at the foundation of women’s oppression (among a plethora of other things - patrarchy is primarily a woman’s issue but it is not solely a woman’s issue after all) so their standard of living may be improved. maybe when i’m less sleepy i’ll expound of race and geolocation but i got chicken tenders to eat.

Malia- Promise Me

Request- Could you do an imagine with Malia X female human reader. We’re she accidentally hurts the reader and feels really bad and become protective. Thank you. Your blog is awesome.

A/N- Thank you hun! So speaking of Theo, it looks like he’s coming back. While I’d rather have some other characters back *cough cough* Kira *cough cough*, it’ll be interesting to see how they justify that. I’m really hoping season 6 just brings everything full circle. 

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know,” Malia told you as you followed Theo down the dark, musty tunnel.
“I wasn’t just going to leave you alone with him,” you said, watching his back carefully as his sneakers squelched on the wet floor.
“You do realize I’m right in front of you, don’t you?” Theo asked, his smooth voice echoing back into the tunnel.
“Yes,” you stated bluntly, the irritation obvious in your voice.
“Could you just pretend to trust me for like, five minutes?” he questioned. “I’m trying to help.”
“Yeah, but at what price?” you muttered to Malia.
“I need to find the my mom,” Malia stated. “She has Deaton, Y/n. If Scott finds out that it’s my fault she has him, he’ll hate me forever. If that happens, I might as well join Theo.”
“Again,” the chimera called back. “Right in front of you.”
You reached out to grab her hand, giving her one reassuring squeeze as the tunnels began to open up into a wide room. “I’d never let that happen. We’ll find her and we’ll find Deaton.”
It was only an hour ago that Theo had agreed to take you to the Dread Doctor’s lab and explain how they had found you all, or more specifically the supernatural creatures of the pack. It all had something to do with their geolocation and heat signatures, but apparently whatever they had used would lead you to the Desert Wolf as well.
You eyed Malia as you stepped into the lab, a little unsettled by all the sharp, bloodied tools and instruments lining the metal tables. There was long chair in the center of the room, complete with straps to hold someone down. The walls were coated with dried, dark stains that you had no intention of asking about. No matter how troubling they were, you just didn’t want to know.
“Scared?” Theo asked with a smirk.
“And you aren’t?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Oh wait, I forgot. You’re a science project, so this must feel like home to you.”
Theo’s eyes narrowed, but Malia stepped in front of you. “Stop it. Theo, you said you wanted to help, so help. How can I find my mother?”
Theo eyed you carefully, bitterly, like he wanted to say something more. But then the tension in his shoulders disappeared and he walked over to one of the cluttered metal tables. You watched as he picked up a pair of what looked like metal goggles, rusty and worn from years of use.
“This is how they found all of you,” Theo explained. “If you put them on, you can look for the Desert Wolf.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” you said as Malia began to reach for them. “These were made by the Dread Doctors? How do we know they won’t kill you if you put them on?”
“I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” Theo told you with raised eyebrows. “It’s a good thing you’re not putting them on, Y/n.”
“Malia, come on,” you begged. “You can’t trust him.”
“He’s gotten us this far,” Malia told you. “Y/n, there’s no other way.”
“There has to be,” you said softly.
“Not this time, sweetheart,” Theo told you with a smirk. “Go ahead, put them on.”
Malia sighed, looking down at the goggles in her hands. She slowly began to raise them, but Theo spoke up again.
“Oh yeah, you might wanna tie her down first,” he informed you.
“What?” you asked, looking over at Malia in shock. “Of course not.”
Theo shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Malia swallowed and raised the goggles onto her head. She pulled them down over her eyes, expecting to see something right away. Instead, she suddenly felt a searing pain in her eye sockets, causing her to scream out. She doubled over in pain, and you cried out “Malia!”
Theo grabbed your arm as you darted forward, yanking you back toward him. “What are you doing?! Get off of me!”
“I’m trying to help you!” Theo snarled.
“Let me go,” you spat, wrenching your arm from his grasp.
He huffed and stepped back as you darted over to Malia, crying out her name.
“Malia,” you said, reaching out to place your hand on her shoulder.
She suddenly reached up, grasping your arm tightly. You gasped as her claws sank into your skin, going deep enough to draw blood.
“Malia,” you choked. “What are you-Malia!”
She suddenly straightened up with a gasp, releasing your arm and stumbling backward. “I see her! I know where she is!”
You brought a hand to your arm, covering the sticky surface of your skin. Blood was still dripping from the cuts, but you were just relieved Malia had found her mother. Now that was one less thing you would have to worry about.
“I did it!” she cried breathlessly as she tore off the goggles, blood still dripping from her eyes. “I-Y/n?”
The joyful light faded from her eyes as she caught sight of you, standing there with blood dripping from your arm. The metallic stench of it filled her nose and she looked down at her own hands, which were covered in the same dark substance.
“Oh god,” she whispered, hurrying over to you. “I did that to you.”
“It’s fine,” you assured her. “I didn’t listen to Theo. I should have stayed back.”
“It’s not fine,” she said softly, walking forward to examine your arm. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ll find something to wrap it with.”
She walked over to a few of the metal cabinets, rifling through them in an effort to find something to wrap your arm. The clearing of a throat beside you caused you to look over, and you found that Theo was standing next to you, a roll of gauze in his hands. He nodded down to your arm and you realized you hadn’t even seen him disappear from the room.
“You should have listened to me,” he told you as you reluctantly held out your arm. “Maybe you don’t trust me, but-”
“Get away from her!” Malia snarled, practically shoving him to the side as she took his place.
She glared at Theo, her eyes flashing blue. He might have been trying to help and he had, but Malia still hadn’t forgotten that he had tried to kill both of you at one point. She didn’t want Theo anywhere near you while you were hurt, even if it was just a few scratches.
Theo rolled his eyes, but handed her the gauze anyway, stepping aside and crossing his arms over his chest. He knew better than to get in the way of a territorial coyote.
“I was trying to help,” he said stiffly.
Malia ignored him as she tenderly wrapped your arm in the gauze, gently tying it off. When she was finished, she pulled you against her without warning, wrapping her arms around you and just holding you there.
“Malia,” you said into her chest, just slightly confused. “It was only a few scratches.”
But deep down, you knew this was about more than her scratching you. You knew that she was about to go off and lay her life on the line against her mother, who wanted nothing more than her head on a platter. Finding the Desert Wolf meant Malia was forced to take action and she didn’t want to lose you in the middle of it.
“Promise me you’ll stay home tonight,” she whispered.
“Malia, no-”
“Promise me,” she ordered. “Y/n, please. Just do it, okay? You can’t get caught up in this.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay home.”
“Thank you,” she told you, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
You reached up, running your thumb across her bloodied cheek. “I think I do.”
“Thank you,” Malia told Theo as she released you, eyeing him carefully like she hadn’t wanted to say it.
“Of course,” Theo said. “I know what you guys think of me, but I’m not a total bad guy.”
Prove it, you wanted to say, but you knew there was nothing Theo could do to make you trust him ever again. He may have helped you this once, but you knew he hadn’t just transformed into a whole new person. While you wanted to believe he was the guy who could achieve redemption, you were sure that Theo had ulterior motives.
While that was troubling, you figured you didn’t have time to worry, and you put thoughts of Theo’s betrayal out of your mind and turned back to Malia.
“Come on,” you said, eyeing the blood on her face and reaching for her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

I fucking hate this Tumblr update. You do not just shift toolbars. You just don’t. Fuck you Tumblr. Also ask me anything. I’ll answer anything that doesn’t geolocate me. I’m bored and this fucking restaurant kitchen doesn’t open til 5.

angsty-ink-demon  asked:

Is there anyone with interesting magic powers?

If I’ve to say, many of us have interesting abilities, Brother\Siter; for example… Hav can control water generating storms and waves just using his voice,

Elder and Nova are vampires, while Nega, Meph and Mephisto are Mirror Demons and an Archdemon,

Wolf is a Werewolf,

Rothbart a really skilled Sorcerer, and Anèmos too,

Tyrael an Archangel,

And Ocean Angel is able to use a sort of geolocalization and bond with the oceans…

And about me, well.. I’m a God"

(Nagi-Tanka)

anonymous asked:

Do you have any comments about fake photos that have been released recently, of children in particular? Aleppo's events had huge effect on me, but I don't understand why would they fake it in those few cases.

The story about fake photos is false. This is part of the propaganda that has been waged against civilians in Syria. In fact, one 7 year old girl, Bana Alabed, has been the target of smears because she was tweeting (with the help of her mother) from Eastern Aleppo. People accused her of not really existing of actually being in Turkey, etc. All these claims were false. They actually used geolocation tracking to show that she was in fact in Aleppo and tweeting from there. Another video that has gone viral is of an individual, at a Syrian regime sponsored UN event, making claims about fake photos, etc. Her claims were proven wrong. Fortunately, with modern technology we can hear voices from the ground, we have numerous outlets for information and the normal propaganda that authoritarian regimes use can be easily countered.

Null Island

Occasionally, you might see different geolocation websites or services point to this weird location.

It’s a spot in the middle of the ocean right around the Gulf of Guinea.

This “location” is called Null Island. And it’s the result of a computer error.

In reality, there’s nothing there except a weather buoy 

But according to computers, Null Island is the home of thousands of people where millions of pictures, messages and posts are being made.

The key is Null Island’s coordinates, 0°0'0" N 0°0'0" E

Whenever a computer doesn’t register your coordinates, or the coordinates of a photo you uploaded or a post you made, it still registers your location, but as Null, aka nothing.

Most systems know that and recognize that Null means no location has been recorded. But some systems don’t, and they interpret Null as being the “coordinates of nothing”. Or 0°0'0" N 0°0'0" E. Aka, Null Island.

Social Sandbox Mega Recap Post

I’m leaving NPR. As a present to myself, I made this guide to almost every single Social Sandbox post from last November to the present, organized by topic.  (Here’s the web version if you want to bookmark it or send it to your coworkers or pass along to a friend.) - Mel

(If you want to follow me beyond this, I’m melodykramer and @mkramer on Twitter.) 

First up: Why Does the Sandbox Exist?  / Best Of / 7 Things You Can Do Pretty Easily Without Wasting a Lot of Time That Will Have a Decent Return for the Amount of Effort You Put In / Make Stories More Shareable with the Quotable Tool / Steal this sign idea from Mountain Stage. It’s smart. /  NPR’s mission statement  / How to Follow NPR Reporters on Social  / Guide to the API

TWITTER TIPS:

REDDIT TIPS:

FACEBOOK/INSTAGRAM TIPS

PINTEREST/LINKEDIN/TUMBLR TIPS

COOL TOOLS

LEARN FROM NPR SERIES AND PEOPLE

TIPS

GUIDES

Actual information about the virus

Okay, so I’ve spent the past 30 minutes trying to trace down blogs that have the virus and finally found one! (Unfortunately it was removed before I could save the source for the page (although I’m sure it’ll just be a javascript redirect which you should be able to prevent by disabling javascript and just being careful…))

When I got to the website I was presented with this

(I’m running a virtual machine just in case)

It seems to just be a generic page which’s delivered to you depending on your location

(above are the American and Dutch versions which I got by accessing through VPNs in respective countries) All it’s using is your IP and the geolocation that’s so easy to do with that (they don’t know your house or anything though… It should only be able to locate you down to the exchange)

I was intrigued by the supposed “encryption"  wondering if it was a new distribution method for the Cryptolocker virus. However, when I checked the few files that come with a default XP distro I found that they weren’t encrypted…

Following this, I looked through the source of the scripts on the site itself

(These were the only ones that were on the main body, however, there is a great number of iFrames (virtual windows) inside the document and so there might be something hiding in there)

The first script (jQuery) is just a scripting library, designed to make it easier to make scripts (see jquery.com) I believe that the contents are indeed this (but as jQuery is so large and availible in different distributions I can’t be sure)

The second simply tells you whether you’ve inputed the right voucher code to pay them.

The third seems to send the code that you right in the input box to the sites themselves to validate it and then return the result to the second.

Last but not least is the fourth one.. This confused me…

I’m not entirely sure what to make of it… However I can’t see anything malicious… (Although I could be completely wrong..)

Last of all. I decided to see who was behind the site. I ran a quick check and got the following information.

(Please note that I have removed the phone number and the first part of the address as there is a possibility that this person has had their site infected unknowingly (although if you navigate out of the "police-error” subdomain you get a domain parked message…))

I was lead to conclude that the virus does not encrypt your files and thus, unlike with the cryptolocker virus, there is absolutely no reason to send them money.

My recommendation is to install a good AV and firewall if you don’t have any (I use Avast and Zonealarm respectively), close the window through taskmanager (ctrl shift esc) or whatever the mac equivelant is, and report the domain “twotoughguys.com” to goDaddy abuse at abuse@godaddy.com.

I can see no reason to panic though and I believe that an Avast scan should detect any virus that you may have contracted from it.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional computer security person and cannot guarantee that this site (or anything similar) will not give you a virus. I am merely stating what I have learnt from investigating. I do not recommend that you investigate unless you a) Know what you’re doing b) arerunning in a VM and c) are prepared to take the risk. Be safe guys

Confirmed: Tinder Works in Antarctica

Say you’re a scientist, conducting research in Antarctica. Say it’s cold. Really cold. So, so cold. And lonely.

Say, though, that you’ve brought a valuable piece of equipment with you on your trip: your smartphone. And say that—thanks to the life you lead on your home continent—said smartphone has Tinder, the geolocation-based dating app, on it. 

Well: Should you find yourself in that circumstance, you could actually get yourself a date! Yes, in Antarctica! New York magazine tells the story of a couple connected, over the snowy tundra, via Tinder. She was a researcher doing work at a deep field camp in the Dry Valleys. He was doing research, too—at the U.S.-funded McMurdo Station on Ross Island. Bored, and “just for fun,” he fired up his Tinder. 

At first, no matches. He extended the app’s location radius. 

And there she was: a match!

Read more. [Image: Shutterstock/Simo Graells]

NSA Collects Hundreds Of Millions Of Text Messages Daily

The National Security Agency has collected almost 200 million text messages a day from across the globe, using them to extract data including location, contact networks and credit card details, according to top-secret documents.

The untargeted collection and storage of SMS messages – including their contacts – is revealed in a joint investigation between the Guardian and the UK’s Channel 4 News based on material provided by NSA whistleblower Edward Snowden.

The documents also reveal the UK spy agency GCHQ has made use of the NSA database to search the metadata of “untargeted and unwarranted” communications belonging to people in the UK.

The NSA program, codenamed Dishfire, collects “pretty much everything it can, according to GCHQ documents, rather than merely storing the communications of existing surveillance targets.

The NSA has made extensive use of its vast text message database to extract information on people’s travel plans, contact books, financial transactions and more – including of individuals under no suspicion of illegal activity.

An agency presentation from 2011 – subtitled “SMS Text Messages: A Goldmine to Exploit” – reveals the program collected an average of 194 million text messages a day in April of that year. In addition to storing the messages themselves, a further program known as “Prefer” conducted automated analysis on the untargeted communications.

The Prefer program uses automated text messages such as missed call alerts or texts sent with international roaming charges to extract information, which the agency describes as “content-derived metadata”, and explains that “such gems are not in current metadata stores and would enhance current analytics”.

On average, each day the NSA was able to extract:

• More than 5 million missed-call alerts, for use in contact-chaining analysis (working out someone’s social network from who they contact and when)

• Details of 1.6 million border crossings a day, from network roaming alerts

• More than 110,000 names, from electronic business cards, which also included the ability to extract and save images.

• Over 800,000 financial transactions, either through text-to-text payments or linking credit cards to phone users

The agency was also able to extract geolocation data from more than 76,000 text messages a day, including from “requests by people for route info” and “setting up meetings”. Other travel information was obtained from itinerary texts sent by travel companies, even including cancellations and delays to travel plans.

In similar news, President Obama gave a long-awaited speech on Friday about ‘reforming’ the NSA.

Obama said the government should no longer hold databases of every call record made in the United States, citing the “potential for abuse”. But Obama made clear the intelligence agencies should still be able to access call records information and gave no details of how that information will be stored.

Instead, private companies will be used to store the metadata and Telecoms giants are already concerned with what that may mean:

Privately, telecoms executives have expressed concern that they will be forced to retain customers’ metadata – information about call duration, recipients and location. Speaking anonymously, one executive said the firms were concerned about how long they would have to keep data, which government agencies would have access to it and what protections they would have should there be legal challenges to their retention or distribution of the information.

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