And right now time travelers from the 1980s are like "Websites? Cookies? European Union? Damn, that was some good cocaine. Radical. Like, what's AIDS?"
|Hell, I was there, and I barely remember|
|Chuck Norris has no time for your enlightened|
views on privacy in the Internet age.
Check out the announcement that commandeered precious seconds of my attention span today:
|td;dr: All your blog are belong to us.|
THANKS EUROPEAN UNION.
|I will now randomly blame the Danish royal family for my aggravation.|
But here's the thing. If you dig a little deeper into Blogger's policy, you find this:
So. Sososososo. Since I pony up ten bucks a year for the always-drunk.com domain, I can't actually see if the required pop-up, um, pops up. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe there's been some weird glitch and my blog actually violates international law. How would I know? I could be a trans-continental cyber-criminal and not even be aware.
HOLY SHIT GUYS I MIGHT BE PART OF SPECTRE.
|I'm goddamned Blofeld and I don't even know it.|
I know I have some readers in the EU. I don't know exactly how many, or where they are, or how often they check in here. But for God's sake, if you're among them, PLEASE let me know if the required notification about freaking cookies appears when you land on my site.
I'm way too cute to be brought up before the Hague for crimes against the Internet.
As far as you know.
The first person to send me a screenshot of this blog with the Euro-legal language displayed will totally get a shout-out and a Chuck Norris bookmark. For reals.
I don't want to run afoul of Europe, Drunkards. I have enough issues right now.