Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.
For several years now the giant of social engineering called Facebook has regularly let my followers and friends know where I am. They've done it without my permission, too. Not that I'm complaining, mind.
Of course Fake...errrrr...I mean Facebook are doing just as great a job of it as they are in identifying fake news.
For instance, when I post links to my own columns in this blog to my Facebook timeline, I'm always asked to confirm that it is really me who is posting by typing into a box a cryptic set of randomly generated letters.
Not that Fake...errrr...Facebook identified all the fake news headlines generating massive free publicity about them when it was erroneously reported they shut down the Baby Terminator project.
Did you know that Facebook does not recognize ROTW as legitimate? It's probably because one of their Fake News Identifier vendors has not put their stamp of approval somewhere in a database. This could be because Snopes is busy with infighting and pursestring-controlling lawsuits right now, but I'm just guessing.
Then again, maybe Facebook thinks I'm in the witness protection program or I need to hide from stalkers and they believe — in typical Big Brother fashion — they are being helpful by hiding my actual whereabouts.
This might not be a bad thing except I'm not and I don't.
In any case, for several years Facebook has regularly moved me to Oceanside, California. All of a sudden all my posts show I'm across the continent when just an hour previous I was in Atlanta. Now wonder people think I'm everywhere all the time.
There is no rhyme or reason to it and I haven't been able to figure out what triggers it. Their doing this on my behalf has caused family strife as well. You see, I have a cousin who lives a mere 32 miles away in Capistrano Beach who finally posted one day that she sure did her feelings hurt because I was so close and didn't visit.
She got a good laugh when I explained about witness protection and such, but the other day Facebook topped itself with a secret rollout of their newest app. It is called Time Travel Portal.
You read correctly: Time Travel Portal
So there I am hosting one of the meetups for Atlanta Songwriters Club at Red Light Café in Midtown Atlanta. After getting the requisite photos to share with those who could not attend, I went to post these to our Facebook page and that is when I found out I had been to China and back in less than four hours.
Not only that, but the entire Red Light Café itself, forty attendees and the owners, sponsors and friends, the kitchen and bathrooms, fans and artwork, seating and tables, sound and lighting system, as well as instruments and my wine were transported as if we were all in a giant time portal machine.
I've got photographic proof from screenshots I took. Look at it if you dare. Here is the photo album of the event to prove others went, too. Look closely at the backward writing on the banner behind us. Look, I say, look! More proof we were on the other side of the world.
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