Take Me Somewhere Else
First, I got a new laptop. That’s currently what I’m typing on. Thank you to Tim for this great tool to be able to write my books anywhere I want; not just on my desk in the studio under the air conditioner blasting away on top of me.
Second, now I have privacy. I can hide away in the bedroom on the bed and just type some stupid shit and no one will ever know until I hit “publish”. So get ready for some posts coming from left field.
The good news is that I’ll be able to share all the thoughts going through my head. I haven’t done that in a while, and it sort of made me look lazy. Which I’m not. Lazy – that is. But I am a private person. Weird, since I’m chaotically all over the internet. I really don’t know what people know about me or think about me on the world wide web. I have the same attitude in person, too. I just don’t want you to think there’s much difference. I’m not bolder online, and I’m not in-your-face in public. I’m still me. I am Chuck.
But I do want my privacy. I understand it’s the internet’s job to collect data on it’s users. I also have a website. Two of them, actually. I, however, do not collect data on anyone. It’s not my thing. I get it that Facebook makes it’s money from advertisers. Twitter does the same thing. So does nearly a billion other places that I visit on a daily – or weekly – basis. Some websites have my credit card number to make my purchases and/or payments so much easier for me when I go to spend money with them. I get it. And I’m okay with it as long as all they’re using my credit card information for MY ease and comfort – and not someone else’s.
I also don’t care if any website knows how old I am, what race I raise my flag for, what music I listen to, and if I’m gay, straight, trans, furry, or a bottom. (by the way – I’m only one of those.) I don’t care if anyone knows what book I’m reading, what movie I’m watching, what I’m smoking or drinking or eating or when I go take a nap.
I do, however, care if the internet knows where I live, what my social security number is, how much money I make a month, where I keep my gun, who I’m having sex with, and I probably wouldn’t want anyone to know when I jack it in the shower. That’s MY business. And if you’re going to gather that information when I click on your web site, then I probably won’t ever visit your page.
My point is – there are some things I’ll share with anybody. There are some things I won’t. I just want to go onto my laptop and do some surfing without leaving my digital DNA all over the place. I would love to have some privacy please. Is that too much to ask? I don’t think so.