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Hoorah for Internet paranoia!

I noticed, for the umpteenth time, that sometimes when I'm watching youtube videos the bar along the bottom of my Opera browser would show up with something like "receiving data from s.ytimg.com". Bored enough with nothing better to do, I looked it up on google.

The top result was a delightfully paranoid how-to to disable s.ytimg.com from spying on you with your own webcam and microphone. {le sigh XD}

Life was already feeling pretty blessed with just that much--delightful paranoids--until I read this glorious comment schooling the paranoid on his uncleverness. I like smart people. Especially when they school ignorant people.

I had to laugh a little at how none of the other commenters seem to bother reading that, albeit refreshing, tl;dr comment.

Oh well. Yay! Double lulz!
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