It seems that Alex Trebek and whoever makes up the questions at Jeopardy have decided to troll the internet with the answer to the correct pronunciation of everyone’s favorite image format: GIF.
Is it a hard “g” or a soft “g”? Well, according to Jeopardy, they’re going with the inventor of the GIF’s pronunciation:
And now you know. It’s like the peanut butter. If Alex Trebek says it is so, then it is so. Let the arguments here on out reflect this true statement from our random fact overlord.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to relearn how to say a word that I’ve apparently been mispronouncing since forever.
Well folks… Good Luck. Now you have an easier and less obvious way of tucking away those NSFW files you’ve been keeping from your Significant Other or Mother or Boss… I don’t know your life.
Fafa explains the concept of internet trolling to Mario and shows how internet trolls out of all the other trolls are the worst of them all.
And, interestingly enough, also points out that at one time or another, we’ve all been a troll. I definitely egged people on during my Live Journal days.
Popular YouTuber and gamer Athene posted this video showing some very clear “astroturfing” happening on videos criticizing the whole Google+/YouTube changes going on. Comments that are positive about the changes are the ones at the top, while the majority of comments is negative feedback. It’s also been pointed out by users that the positive top comment discussed in the video was made by someone who has a LinkedIn profile showing that they work for Google. The person makes various comments about Google on sites such as Reddit that only show praise for the company.
The video also shows that there is some view-count freezing happening on a video that should be well into the millions ever since it went viral and has been posted on many media and news outlets.
This whole thing is being handled very badly by Google. People have made it very clear they want their YouTube to remain YouTube, and keep their Google+ very distant from it. Now, however, it seems as though Google will force-feed us this change. Hopefully the negativity doesn’t die down and something good will happen about it.
You’re home alone. The lights are dimmer than usual for some reason and you wonder if someone replaced them with those energy efficient ones that take a while to warm up. You hear the hum of the refrigerator. Like clockwork, the engine clicks a few times before going back to that peaceful hum. This happens every ten minutes. You’re used to it by now. It doesn’t bother you anymore.
You nestle into the couch and open up your laptop, ready to catch up on whatever news you missed while you were at work. It’s dark now, but it’s only 6pm. It feels darker and colder than usual, but it’s October and that’s what happens when seasons change, you think.
A shadow passes in front of you.
You think it might just be the lights adjusting, so you turn on the lamp in the corner to brighten the room a little bit. You sit back down and cover yourself with a blanket, the one your mom got you for Christmas last year. POP. The light from the lamp goes out. “Goddammit,” you think to yourself as you hastily get up. “I hope I have some extra light bulbs.”
A shadow passes in front of you. Again.
A chill hits your feet and passes through your body. From your toes, through your legs, up your spine and into your fingers. You stop, unable to move for a second that somehow feels like an eternity. You see the shadow again, this time down the hall, near your attic. That attic has always made you feel uneasy. There’s something about that attic that makes you walk by it faster than any of the other doorways or windows in your house. No matter how many times you insulate the damn thing, it’s always drafty and always cold.
The real estate agent promised you that nothing happened there, but you have your suspicions. You just can’t put your finger on what it is.
A shadow passes in front of you. The attic door drops open.
As fear takes over your body, you cocoon yourself in that blanket and sit wide-eyed on the couch. No one will believe you. They’ll think you’re crazy. Your house isn’t haunted, you rationalize to yourself. “But why did they put it on the market for so cheap? Oh god, did someone die here?” you mutter aloud for only yourself to hear.
Frantically, you grab your laptop and go to the only place where you can find out. You type your address into Died in House. They’ll tell you whether something weird happened in your house. There’s an entry. A single entry from twenty years ago. You hover over the link, afraid to find out the results. You click it anyway.
“NOW ONLY SINGLE SEARCH, $11.99! Limited Time! Would you like to purchase the results for your house?”
“Pfffffft, no I don’t want to purchase the results. I’d rather live with my creepy ghost instead. SCREW YOU, DIED IN HOUSE. YOU MAY HAVE JUST KILLED ME,” you scream at the screen.
POP. All your lights go out, except the one in the attic. A shadow passes in front of you.