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Nuisance Abatement: Ads, Phone Calls

Yesterday evening I happened to look at the AdBlocks Plus icon on Firefox. It has a counting feature that reports how many ads are being blocked: a total of 1,204,683 blats, blips, yaks, and yips have NOT reached my eyes or ears since that handy bit of software was installed.

Have you ever noticed that we are endlessly inundated with nuisance advertising? Ever count the number of billboards, ads on billboards, ads on the sides of buses, trucks, and cars, ads inside shopping carts, hulking signs on buildings, and “helpful” messages hanging over the roadway between your house and the grocery store? We’re drowning in nuisance messages. No wonder so many people do drugs: seen in a certain light, it’s a reasonable way to drown out the constant buzz of distraction and advertising harassment.

On this page alone — where I’m drafting this post and no one else sees the page’s contents — the program is blocking eight ads, Right now. At the current P&S Press post, two ads blocked. At the FaM home page: nine. And those are on sites that do not carry advertising! At least, not any that benefits their proprietor. At the Washington Post, where they’ll shut you down unless you disable your adblocker: 30 ads are being blocked on the home page, right this moment. At Google News, only seven, but at the Huffington Post, 81 obnoxious, unwanted messages are being shoved in users’ faces.

Ad Blockers

We tend to get numb to the constant intrusion and, on some level, to block it out of our consciousness. Nevertheless, it’s there, hammering away at us all the time. There are a few tools to help. Though they’re not perfect, they do suppress a fair amount of the static.

Adblock Plus works very effectively and is free. Mine is running on Firefox; I believe you can get it for Chrome, too. This maker also has an app that will supposedly block tracking and advertising on mobile devices. As you can imagine, an effective piece of software like this created quite an uproar among the big-money advertisers who see our time as theirs, our attention as theirs, and us as sheep to be shorn. Consequently, Adblock permits “acceptable” ads to show up, by default…as though there were such a thing. You can, however, disable this function.

Ad blocking is controversial, for the obvious reason that inundating Internet users with nuisance messages is what keeps Web content free. Consequently, some news sites will try to block you when they detect an ad-blocker. It’s possible to get ad-block-blocking programs, but there’s a limit. Truth is, the Internet provides such a tsunami of information that there’s very little out there — possibly nothing — that’s not duplicated or similar somewhere else. So I simply don’t read sites that ask me to turn off my ad-blocker: you can always find the same information elsewhere.

Others will demand that you pay to subscribe to their online content. At the risk of repeating myself: nope. Not that I wouldn’t like to if I were rich as Donald Trump. But I cannot afford to pay to read Web content. Hell, I can’t afford to subscribe to real newspapers and magazines anymore. And certainly cannot pay to look at every random site where I while away my idle time.

Personally, I never found that running ads at Funny about Money was very profitable. At one point, the site had a high Alexa ranking and a lot of traffic, so in theory AdSense (for example) should turn a profit. It did not: at most it would make maybe $10 or $15  a month. This, in return for cluttering my site with junk and serving ads for Scandinavian “escorts” to my readers. Hardly fair pay for the hours it takes to write and wrangle a website! The Guardian, a UK newspaper, reportedly makes about the same from voluntary reader contributions as it does from advertising.

Canning the Spam

One way advertisers try to get around ad-blockers is by blitzing your e-mail with nuisance advertising and “newsletters.” This is more problematic, because it means that you have to manually block each nuisance sender. Chrome has a Webmail ad blocker, and you can get software that will strip ads from Gmail, Yahoo, and Hotmail.  How well this type of software works, I do not know, because I use Apple’s mail program, which so far does not serve advertising to users. Apple mail does, however, serve up plenty of spam. A program called Mailwasher supposedly will block spam from “Outlook, Outlook Express, Incredimail, Thunderbird, Windows Live Mail, GMail, Hotmail, Yahoo, EM Client and every other email program.” Whether it actually works on the Mac platform remains problematic.

Really, about the best you can do is stagger along, day to day, with various stop-gap measures: keep fiddling with your email filter to block incoming nuisances, never respond in any way to spam, hide your email address and do not share it with merchandisers who demand it, use a disposable email address for sites or vendors who demand one, and try various spam filters.

NoMoRobo!

As for the worst aggravation in our Brave New World, phone solicitation by automated robocallers, the answer has arrived if you can get access to it: NoMoRobo. For land lines, this is an application that must be made available through your phone company; some do so, and some do not. For cell phones, there’s an app.

In October 2018 alone, over 5 billion robocalls were perpetrated on unwilling consumers. Our honored legislators are working to pass a law (TRACED) to get a grip on this harassment…but frankly, you know and I know about how well that’s going to work. About as well as the vaunted National Do Not Call List, right? Har har hardy har har! 😀 😀 😀

For the moment — and if experience speaks truth, well into the future — the solution lies not with the government but with you: each consumer has to equip his or her telecommunications devices with call blockers. These come in the form of devices that you attach in-line with a hard-wired phone and as programs that run through the phone company’s VoIP or through cell phone apps.

My first venture in this direction was with the CPR V5000 Call Blocker, a kewl little gadget that you could attach to a landline. When Cox disabled it (you don’t really believe phone companies would get so reluctant to get a grip on the phone solicitation if they weren’t making some kind of profit on it, do you?), for awhile I had nothing and again was receiving upwards of a half-dozen nuisance calls a day, often starting before six in the morning. While it was working, though, the thing was some kind of miracle. It cut the automated pestering down to one or at most two calls a day — sometimes even none. As far as I can tell, it was not blocking real calls from real people.

Cox finally condescended to make NoMoRobo available, for free to its landline customers. As soon as that came online, I signed up for it. This system is working at least as well as the CPR Call Blocker. It’s very easy to sign up for and very easy to use. Both are very effective — incoming nuisances are now back down to one or at most two a day. And apparently once a robocall computer detects that calls are being deflected by this type of device or software, it stops calling the number. As time passes, you get fewer and fewer nuisance calls. The only disadvantage is that NoMoRobo uses the phone company’s simultaneous ring feature, so you get jangled up on the first ring no matter who’s calling. Similarly, a caller that is not registered in CPR Call Blocker’s database will ring right through your phone: you have to manually flag it as a nuisance call,which happens for every spoofed number. In either event, it means if the crooks call you early in the morning, while you’re trying to rest in the afternoon, or while you’re concentrating on a work project, you are going to get interrupted. And when you’re asleep or trying to sleep, one ringie-dingie is as good as an alarm clock.

There are several others. One is Hiya, which apparently works exclusively on cell phones. Same is true for Mr. Number and YouMail. RoboKiller works on both landlines and cell phones, and it has the delicious attribute of a robo-responder that engages whatever live human is on the other end with hilarious time-wasting patter (scroll to the bottom of the linked page to the RoboRadio link!).

Some of these apps have a serious disadvantage in that they access your contacts, an egregious invasion of your privacy. NoMoRobo does not do so, but before installing any other call-blocking app, read the privacy policy.

Grrr!

So it’s all very nice that CPR Call Blocker and NoMoRobo and Mailwasher and AdBlocker put the brakes — to some degree — on the endless pestering and invasion of privacy from advertisers. But still…it’s aggravating as Hell, IMHO. We shouldn’t have to spend time and money to patch up devices and services that we pay for, to protect ourselves from spammers and scammers. It should flat-out be illegal to serve this stuff to consumers — whether by the sp/scammers themselves or by the telecom companies.

If that means we have to pay for content on the Web, then so be it. For most of us, that would mean a lot more limited access to news sources — I would pay for the Washington Post and for Reuters, but that’s about it. It would make researching a subject a lot harder: you’d have to go to a library to get access to information that you can read in your living room right now. But…would that really be a bad thing? Consider how much time you waste cruising the Web. Because the computer is right there, calling softly for you to just enter a few more words in that search bar, you waste far more time than necessary even after you have the answers you needed. Less time spent on the Internet might be a good thing for most of us.

 

 

Uhmmm? Is there something we should know?

😀 😀 😀 The new handyman showed up today to install a back porch light fixture that replaces the motion-sensitive one that morphed into motion-insensitive. And…well…there’s something weird here. This guy SO MUCH resembles my son that if he were just slightly less chatty, you would think the two of them were separated at birth. The way he looks: check. The way he talks: check. The things that interest him: check.

Well. Not identically. But one could imagine that they sprang from the same sire, about 12 or 15 years separated.

And. Uhm. Therein lies a tale.

About at that distance of birth-date separation (around 15 years), when I was thinking of exiting the relationship with D-XH, along about midnight one fine evening a friend of mine who was kinda “fast” was in a girlie bookstore where, she swears by every Bible that can be stacked, she saw then-DH cruising around.

At the time I thought, Oh yeah? Sure! Right, sistah!

But…

At this point, he and I were not sleeping together. He could easily have slipped out of the house sometime between, say, 10 p.m. and midnight without my knowing about it.

Holy sh!t. Tell me this is ridiculous, willya?

It is scary weird how much this young man looks and sounds like my son, only about a decade & a half younger.

Cripes. I think I’ve come unstuck from reality…

Smart-Ass Answers: The Christmas Gambit

LOL! The adventures pursuant to my son’s having asked for “money” as a Christmas present remind me of a couple of Christmas Presents Past. As I mentioned in that post, his dad was given to similar smart-ass answers to the ever-annoying “what d’you want for Christmas” question. The real answer, of course, is “nothing,” since most middle- and upper-income people can afford to buy what they want when they want it, and so in general do not want more junk inflicted on them to mark the passing of the 25th day of December.

One year I asked then-DH what he wanted for Christmas. As usual, he answered “money.” This had become not very amusing by now — we were several years into the marriage, and concomitantly that many pointless answers to a pointless annual question.

So. I was teaching at the Great Desert University at the time. I didn’t earn much — GDU doesn’t pay real faculty much, and I was just a graduate teaching assistant. But I did get a paycheck of sorts.

That December, I took said paycheck down to to the bank and had it cashed: into $1 bills.

These I packed, in rather a jumble, into a large shoebox. Mixed with air, the dollar bills filled the box right up. Then I wrapped it in the prettiest paper I could find and zinged it up with lots of ribbons and bows. Put it under the Christmas tree and sincerely hoped we didn’t get burgled before the Big Day.

It worked. He thought it was very funny. Of course, I gave him some other present, an object of some sort. Don’t remember what: no doubt something that he didn’t want or need, any more than I wanted or needed the junk he felt called upon to give me.

The next time I asked him what he wanted for Christmas, he said “real estate.”

Ohhhkayyyyy….

This guy was one of the first franchise lawyers in the nation, and his biggest client was Red Carpet Real Estate. I happened to have met the boss at some social shindig, so he vaguely knew who I was.

I called the guy at his office and asked him if I could get one of his business cards, explaining that I was cooking up a custom-made present for his lawyer. Amused, he forked over a fistful of the things.

Then I got a small square bonzai pot, a small succulent, and a small cactus, plus a few stones. Filled this with soil, planted the critters in it, and added the decorative stones. Then I took two of the Red Carpet cards and glued them back-to-back to some matchsticks to make a “Real Estate” sign. This, I planted in the pot, too.

He actually was quite tickled with that. He took it down to his office, where it resided for years. And in fact, years after our divorce, I visited his office — two lawfirms later — and noticed he still kept it on his backbar! 😀

Is there a moral to this story? 😀

Never ask smartass wife for a smartass present.

Work Avoidance: A Salable Skill?

😀 If Work Avoidance is a salable skill, I should be able to make a pretty good living at it. I am becoming very accomplished at it.

So far I have managed NOT to…

…dork around with attaching the expensive new external hard drive to the Macbook; and therefore not to…
…back up the Macbook to Time Machine…
…clean the pool…
…clean the bathrooms…
…call the vet about racking up yet another fat bill to check both dogs for UTIs…
…sneak out the door with Ruby and walk her for the requisite mile…
…clean the mud up off the floor…
…write a single word of Ella’s Story…
…repair the bathroom rug that fell apart…
…paint the chipped area on the archway between the living room and the hallway

I have, however, spent a great deal of time and labor cleaning up dog piss. Just threw down a new dog pee mat, purchased this ayem at Walmart. Within five minutes, Cassie missed it. So once again had to get down on hands and knees, scrub up the mess, and scald the skin on my hands with disinfectant. Wheee!

Yes. By way of acquiring another bag of 30 pee-pads, it was off to the local Walmart this morning, up on Gangbanger’s Way, oddly enough the only grocery store in the ’hood where I feel safe walking across the parking lot. This, thanks to the flamboyant presence of a crew of security guards. One of them actually said good morning to me today, albeit whilst eying me suspiciously. He was busy snapping photos of some worthy’s car on his cell phone. Hm.

Walmart. The home of My Kinda People. Got in line behind a Latina woman who was straight out of a Diego Rivera painting. She was truly beautiful, with her long, loosely braided and radiantly black hair and her sturdy working-class air. And she had the single cutest baby you’ve ever seen in your life, perched in the shopping cart’s child seat. He was a sleepy little kid — must have been his nap-time — yet unsmilingly patient. And quietly interested in the passers-by, some of whom would catch his attention and, for reasons unknowable, induce him to track them across the store with his eyes.

To my great delight, Walmart had boxes of Constant Comment tea bags.

How did I know? 😀 Let me count the ways…

My mother was very fond of Constant Comment, which she loved using to make Arizona tea (known in cooler climes as “sun tea”). And, objectively speaking, the stuff really is superior for that purpose.

On a wet and rainy day, too — the sort of wet, muddy, rainy days we’ve been having this week — Constant Comment served hot makes a great cuppa.

So, how did I know Walmart surely must carry Constant Comment, when more noble venues such as the local Safeway/Albertson’s, Sprouts, Fry’s Richistan, and waypoints more upscale most certainly do not?

Combat experience in the class wars.

After I married into the striving Young Professional class — this would be the Junior League and the Phoenix Country Club set — I was surprised to learn (by way of a sharp rebuke) that Constant Comment is considered deeply déclassé.

Yes. The stuff is regarded by the wealthy and the would-be wealthy as swill for the lower classes. We do not drink that, dear. We do not even recognize its presence on the grocery store shelf, if we are ever unfortunate enough to find ourselves in a grocery store that carries such a thing.

No kidding. Some society wives actually instructed me, peering down their patrician noses, on the low-brow aspects of my favorite exotically flavored tea.

Ohhh well. Now that I’m old and poor again, I guess I can drink any damn tea I like.

She feeds you tea and oranges…

Post-Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving: Great! Wonderful afternoon with my son’s excellent friends, their beautiful children, their charming grandparents. Wish I could socialize with these folks 365 days a year.

Dog: Still alive. More or less.

Paying work: Some pending but none active, thank God.

Phones: Blissfully silent!

The NoMoRobo system that Cox finally, after years of lobbying, made available to its customers has been in place for two days. And it’s been two days of peace and quiet! One, count it (1) scam call got through, this one with one of the weirdest Caller IDs I’ve seen. On two lines:

V123119420100687
1602875-9937

The second line evidently is a spoofed local number. The top number is emitted by a system called “V-dialler,” commonly used by crooks. Why it wasn’t blocked? Possibly because the series of figures represents a kind of time & date stamp (down to the second), which would mean there would many thousands of V-numbers to get registered in the blocking system. At any rate, that particular series got sent off to NoMoRobo. Unknown whether that’s useful, but typing the figures into NoMoRobo’s web form takes all of about 30 seconds…so, voilà.

Another nuisance call came through at ten after 9:00 this evening. It was intercepted. The bastards call at all hours, so the fact that the call is intercepted and forwarded after one ring is a problem: it doesn’t stop them from jangling you up, interrupting whatever you’re doing or even waking you out of a sound sleep. You could probably stop that simply by turning off the ringers on the phone (though I don’t think mine can be completely turned off). But that would mean you’d miss calls from friends and family, unless people could be trained to speak into your voicemail and wait to see if you hear and pick up.

The little dog survived Thanksgiving Day. Most of today she’s been sorta OK, though in the last hour or so she’s had some slippage. She just walked over to the chair where I’m sitting and fell down. And now she…what? She gets up, walks into the corne3r, and appeaers to be lost. She’s sniffing the floor like she’s trying to track something. And there she goes dowbn the hall, fo0llowed by a very puzzled Ruby. I’d better get up and see what’s going on now.

….

Hmmm…  Having some kind of episode. She’s very weak. These passages come and go, evidently in response to the emanations or not of the adrenal gland’s hormones. Now she’s shivering. Poor little beast.

Carried her out to the backyard, where she peed and then fell over trying to take a dump.

So, however you look at it, the future is brief for this little dog. We can let her limp along, I guess, as long as she has more good days than bad. That, I expect, will not be for much longer. This is the second day in a row when she’s had an episode that brought on collapse or near-collapse.

…

But it’s late. I tire. Tomorrow is another day. I guess.

NoMoRobo: FINALLY here!!!

Lo and behold! At the crack of dawn this morning I learned that Cox has finally broken through its inertia to make the NoMoRobo nuisance call blocker available to its customers.

Along about 6:45 this morning, the phone rang. Goddamned robocall. Worse yet, it went through, within a ring or two, to Cox’s accursed voicemail system, where the recorded blat is recorded and whence fucking Cox emits little bleeping lights to your phone, pestering you to go listen to the recorded ads.

Apparently this damn system has been in place for quite some time. WHY it suddenly decided to intercept phone calls before they ring though to my answering machine is an unanswered and apparently unanswerable question.

After some hoop-jumps, I get through to accursed Cox’s web page. And I also manage to reach a human being or three.

These worthies eventually clue me that I have to physically go onto the damned web page and physically disable the damned voicemail function. WHY this should suddenly be so was never explained. Why would they think I would want this “service” if I didn’t specifically ask for it?

BUT…along the convoluted way, one of them remarks that NoMoRobo would solve the nuisance call issue. I point out that Cox has steadfastly refused to implement NoMoRobo. He now says — admitting, finally, in so many words that their modem-driven connection we were all required to take on is, contrary to Cox’s claim, VoIP — that yes, as of the 15th Cox gave up and made NoMoRobo available to its victims customers.

DamNAYshun!!!

So forthwith it’s over to the NoMoRobo website — it takes all of about two minutes to sign up, if that long.

NoMoRobo has existed for several years; it won a contest sponsored by the FTC to persuade entrepreneurs to create programs or devices to block the 2.4 billion nuisance calls that bombard consumers every year. Cox, however, declined to make it possible to install.

I could get it on Ooma, but as long as I had copper land lines — that is, real land lines — I declined to switch over, because the hard-wired service continues to work through a power outage, which is not even faintly true of VoIP. So I’ve stupidly stuck with Cox, like a donkey in the traces.

It was good to get the NoMoRobo attached to the phone service. It’s free.

However, it was not so good to find my upcoming bill on the Cox website and discover the bastards have jacked up the base bill to $133 a month — a $16/month increase, slated to go up again in February.

So…I just got off the phone from Cox’s “loyalty” department (no kidding! 🙄) and got them to drop the rate back down to just two bucks more than they’ve been charging, for the next year. Very, very, very fuckin’ tired of this game!!

Anyhow, except for a call from Connie the Long-Haul Trucker and a reminder to pick up new glasses from Costco, the hated phone has been SILENT all day long! It’s kind of eerie, actually.