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Friday, August 15, 2003

Feel. So. Dirty.

Seriously. Sometimes I think William Gibson is insane. And then sometimes I itch, because I think I'm developing an allergic reaction to advertising. Especially sneaky false fakery like that or this.

I don't like to think about how much advertising I see and hear on a daily basis. Billboards, radio commercials, banner ads, trailers. And tricky tricky websites.

If I lived in a cabin in the woods, it wouldn't be so bad. It'd be a lot more peaceful. I would not feel compelled to purchase.

But would my TiVo still work?

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