what did you mean by what you meant

Someone asked "what is the deal with these Computers R Stupid posts?"
Three components:

Computers not working as well as claimed, technically.
It's one thing when John Henry is replaced by a steam-powered railroad spike driver that's actually faster than he is. It's something else when he is replaced because a company merely claims that in a press release.

Computers (including social media) impeding communication.
Twitter is regularly mined as a news source when anyone who has used it can tell you it is a misunderstanding machine due to the character limit and terrible threading of conversations.

Computer mistakes and limitations providing fertile ground for artwork.

good citizens pay on credit with their phones

A few times a week I eat at one of those corporate delis that promises the food is fresh and local, although it's probably neither. For about six months I used their loyalty card, which meant I got five dollars off roughly every tenth purchase. Yesterday I was told the loyalty cards had been decommissioned. Now the only way to get the discount is to install a smart phone app and pay by credit or debit card.
Wanted: more friends who skulk around without phones, paying cash, so we can feel better about ourselves as everyone gleefully receives their Borg implants (provided free by one of the six large banks).

borg_loyalty_card

a friendly little note from my agent

This arrived via email today from Bandcamp, where I've been digitally busking:

Over the next week or two, we're rolling out an important change here at Bandcamp. Rather than payments for digital transactions going from the fan directly to you, those payments will be processed by Bandcamp and then paid out to you within 24 hours (higher-value transactions may take a bit longer to arrive). Our revenue share is not changing, and you'll continue to receive payments via your PayPal account. There is no action necessary on your part.

We've officially moved from the "too good to be true" phase of Bandcamp (the buyer's funds went directly to the artist's pocket and the agent took its cut after a certain number of purchases) to the "you'll get paid, I promise, I just need to hang onto the money a little longer" phase.
Bandcamp's "about" page does still claim that:

We continue to work tirelessly to build an enduring service, one that treats artists fairly, puts them in control, and is integral to them building sustainable careers. This approach has earned us our most valuable asset: trust.

Will be watching for subtle changes in that wording in the coming months. In the meantime, will be looking into setting up a "store" on tommoody.us for music sales, so the artist doesn't have to wait to be paid by some Silicon Valley dreamer whose angels are getting anxious. If that's too much trouble will return to posting mp3 links, this time accompanied by a big ugly graphic that says MR. TIP JAR with a link to my email.

d-oh ex machina

It wouldn't be surprising if the movie Ex Machina were funded by an industrial consortium seeking to "normalize" replacement of human labor. The movie's propaganda message is: AIs are coming, they'll look so good we'll want to sleep with them, and they'll outsmart us in the short run. Whoa, Nelly! Put down that Koolaid.™
The Uncanny Valley is still an obstacle to robot sex toys. Anything short of perfectly human (too-plastic skin, unusual joint movement, glassy eyes) looks freaky to the non-fetish majority. Ex Machina uses CGI sleight of hand to convince us the male characters are reacting to "hot" (skinny) fashion models. If that failed the film would fall apart in the first half hour.
There's no point in critiquing the movie's other implausibilities. It's film noir, meaning we watch helplessly as the patsy makes one blunder after another in a clockwork mechanism of predestined doom. Elements of the Stepford Wives, Terminator 3, etc.
So we look for other agendas this movie's cranking. Hollywood lifestyle (swanky modern home in picturesque wilderness); adolescent libido (disposable, elfin hotties that keep pushing those male gaze buttons); Silicon Valley as the new Rockefellers (bad guy invents a search engine called "Bluebook" -- note Bluebeard reference -- that 90% of the world uses); sadism as entertainment (women are chopped up but hey they're just robots). Watching it, you are subtly re-programmed to value the things it purports to be critiquing.