I am Watching you
Visualised by archtomato On Wednesday, January 4, 2006 at 7:43 Hrs | Minimum B.S.
Everybody’s heard that there’s no privacy on the internet, but you don’t appreciate how true that is until you’ve actually run a website. There is SO NO PRIVACY WHATSOEVER on the internet. I might freak some people out by writing this, but, at the risk of alienating a few readers, I’m gonna tell it like it is. Here’s what I can see about the traffic on and around my site:
- I can see what pages you’ve been looking at and for how long. If you’re spending inordinate amounts of time staring at my picture, that shit jumps out at me when I log on to my site.
- I can see which links you’ve clicked.
- I can see how many times a day you check out my site. (Note: my close friends and family check my site anywhere from 1-5 times a day. Most other people check my site once or twice a day. People who click my site 100+ times a day are not cool. If this is you, please quit it. I don’t care if you just keep the tab open and refresh the page a lot while you’re at work; quit it. It’s Bad
- I can see your IP address. Sometimes it comes up as a number; sometimes it also shows the name of the company you work for. Sometimes the name of your hometown is written out.
- I can see how you get here, and the first site you visit after you leave.
- I can see who posts comments and who e-mails me. Some guys will flame me in the comments, and then send me an e-mail pretending they’re another person. What am I, stupid?
- I can see who links to my site. Sometimes people post a link to my site on theirs, along with a word or two about how bad I suck. I see that shit almost immediately.
- If you send a link to my site in an e-mail, and the person on the recieving end clicks on the link, I know about that, too. I can’t read the e-mail, but I do know about it, and some information about how it was sent.
- I can see who’s Googled me or searched for me on any major search engine. I can see the terms used in the search.
- I can see who’s looked up my registration to try and find my real name and address.
There you have it. I want to make it clear that I do not collect this stuff on purpose, and I do not do anything with the information.
I do not spend any time investigating people’s IP addresses, and this site does not use cookies or anything like that; I see this stuff because of reports generated automatically by my webhost. They show up when I log in to my site.
Think about it. If I don’t care about or use any of this information, or even work at collecting it, what the hell goes on with the sites that do?
Cheers.
ps: Yes, i know, Its scary …
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Archtomato
Archtomato . OxyMoron .
Laughing at Gilded Butterflies
Archtomato works in the IT security industry and has managed to convince his bosses for the past 10 years that his best work is yet to come.
Archtomato is a coffee nut, a photographer without focus, a traveler who can't read maps, a diver who floats all too easily and a champion of world peace.
He is an avid practitioner of the dark side of the force; admires Chuck Norris, Paris Hilton and collects vintage Batman comics. Just like the Horizon, Time Dilation, Flying pigs, Tax Reliefs and possibly, the "Opposition", he believes he is more of a concept than a corporeal being.
Archtomato believes that the true nature of man is decided in the battle between the conscious mind and the desires of the subconscious and that the evil of man's subconscious is often too strong to resist. The only way to win is to deny it battle.
He now lives in a world of pollution, profanity, adolescence, smelly beavers, zits, herpes, broccoli, racism, ozone depletion, sexism, conscription, yellow bananas, stupid people, nightmares, dog whisperers,Gamma Ray Bursts, Nuke Baddies and sings badly but regularly in the bathroom.
Tomatoes were sacrificed in the making of this website, contents and for the continual existence of its owner.
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