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wowcube and gadget fatigue
Jul. 10th, 2022 12:57 pmso i was doomscrolling and found a facebook ad for the WOW Cube, a 2x2x2 twisty puzzle where all 24 cube faces were screens. It looked super fake but I did an online search and found several videos of them in action. This one even has a teardown.
but the thing is, I don't want to share it on Facebook. and I also don't want any of my friends to buy me one; I know I wouldn't get enough use out of it for what it costs, and money is tight these days.
and once again I have to marvel at the change in my attitude since my early adulthood. I fucking loved gadgets and I didn't see the problem with collecting trinkets. In 2005, I would have bought this no questions asked and tried to show it off to friends so they would know I was cool enough to buy a thing off the Internet. and in 2012 I might have still bought it for my own curiosity, knowing full well I'd put it down and never touch it again after a week.
and even though Facebook has been counting Likes since 200X, Livejournal has been tracking comments since all the way to 2000, and I've loved getting replies and occasionally emails since the Usenet days. And even if I wasn't the first to find this, I would have asked the world what they thought of it, in one form or another, and had a part of that discussion in my little corner of the Internet. but, like, the Usenet corner where only other nerds like me were online, or the Livejournal corner where maybe some real-life friends were, but not my co-workers or family. And neither of them were, at least at the time, outgoing pipelines of personal data to be collated, bought, and sold, nor incoming pipelines of advertisements and propaganda.
closest thing to that is a Discord server I set up that contains exactly two real-life friends. so I posted the video there, may not be viewed.
there's this layer of distrust all over everything that gets in the way of me being actually excited for stuff. even this vacation I'm going on soon. I'd rather to anything else but finish planning it.
not sure if it's because I've gotten older, or the world has actually changed, or if it's the same but I'm traumatized now.
but the thing is, I don't want to share it on Facebook. and I also don't want any of my friends to buy me one; I know I wouldn't get enough use out of it for what it costs, and money is tight these days.
and once again I have to marvel at the change in my attitude since my early adulthood. I fucking loved gadgets and I didn't see the problem with collecting trinkets. In 2005, I would have bought this no questions asked and tried to show it off to friends so they would know I was cool enough to buy a thing off the Internet. and in 2012 I might have still bought it for my own curiosity, knowing full well I'd put it down and never touch it again after a week.
and even though Facebook has been counting Likes since 200X, Livejournal has been tracking comments since all the way to 2000, and I've loved getting replies and occasionally emails since the Usenet days. And even if I wasn't the first to find this, I would have asked the world what they thought of it, in one form or another, and had a part of that discussion in my little corner of the Internet. but, like, the Usenet corner where only other nerds like me were online, or the Livejournal corner where maybe some real-life friends were, but not my co-workers or family. And neither of them were, at least at the time, outgoing pipelines of personal data to be collated, bought, and sold, nor incoming pipelines of advertisements and propaganda.
closest thing to that is a Discord server I set up that contains exactly two real-life friends. so I posted the video there, may not be viewed.
there's this layer of distrust all over everything that gets in the way of me being actually excited for stuff. even this vacation I'm going on soon. I'd rather to anything else but finish planning it.
not sure if it's because I've gotten older, or the world has actually changed, or if it's the same but I'm traumatized now.
