I am going to have the opposite take here; I consider it every upstanding American's god-given right—nay, DUTY—to snipe the stream of every goddamned streamer you see in public, every time you see it.
This is like when you move to the suburbs and start seeing deer everywhere; first they are a cute oddity, but then very soon you start to realize they are an invasive species that jumps in front of your car, eats your plants, and stops you in the street to ask "smash or pass", pop a balloon, or god-knows-what.
These people shouldn't be assaulted or anything, of course, but anything we can do to cut down on this epidemic must be done.
In the immortal words of Bob Barker: "For fuck's sake people, spay and neuter your streamers."
Agree emphatically. Streamers seem to think that the entire world is the background for their self-indulgent crap, so I have no problem with someone reminding them that they are not the center of the universe.
I imagine the origin story of Dr Pepper Guy involves a highly-trained government assassin, haunted by years of morally-questionable missions, now using his skills -- a very particular set of skills, skills acquired over a very long career -- to track down live streamers and bring smiles to the world.
The thing about Youtube's algorithm is that, even though I use the website most days, I never see any of this slop (and if I did I wouldn't click on it!) So it's inevitable that us cerebral Substack types, with an algorithm which is pretty good at catering to our tastes, would be completely unaware of this problem from their own feed; it's only via other people's reporting that I'd ever hear about it.
I am going to have the opposite take here; I consider it every upstanding American's god-given right—nay, DUTY—to snipe the stream of every goddamned streamer you see in public, every time you see it.
This is like when you move to the suburbs and start seeing deer everywhere; first they are a cute oddity, but then very soon you start to realize they are an invasive species that jumps in front of your car, eats your plants, and stops you in the street to ask "smash or pass", pop a balloon, or god-knows-what.
These people shouldn't be assaulted or anything, of course, but anything we can do to cut down on this epidemic must be done.
In the immortal words of Bob Barker: "For fuck's sake people, spay and neuter your streamers."
Agree emphatically. Streamers seem to think that the entire world is the background for their self-indulgent crap, so I have no problem with someone reminding them that they are not the center of the universe.
I imagine the origin story of Dr Pepper Guy involves a highly-trained government assassin, haunted by years of morally-questionable missions, now using his skills -- a very particular set of skills, skills acquired over a very long career -- to track down live streamers and bring smiles to the world.
The thing about Youtube's algorithm is that, even though I use the website most days, I never see any of this slop (and if I did I wouldn't click on it!) So it's inevitable that us cerebral Substack types, with an algorithm which is pretty good at catering to our tastes, would be completely unaware of this problem from their own feed; it's only via other people's reporting that I'd ever hear about it.