MUBI, you're gettin' a little creepy

Damn the Big Brother privacy invaders, the Murdoch and gutter press, the eavesdroppers, the all-knowing corporations and state with so many cameras. Orwell wasn’t far wrong. But the people of the world seem obsessed with celebrity and/or making a public space for themselves. The world has changed since i was a nipper. No computers, internet and mobile phones. If the car broke down you could have to walk miles to a house or phone box. I don’t have a facebook account but don’t call Mubi creepy- it’s my home. How i love its little nooks and crannies, its labyrinthine pathways, the characters to be met along the way, whether familiar (angels and grumpy old sods alike) or new potential friends from distant lands, the variety, the films, the garage, the forum, the lists, the articles; home indeed and so much still to explore! Fancy an argument? Monty Python- like you can have your fill. Fancy nonsense, there’s that too. A whole wide world without leaving your room or observing the leaves rustling in the wind outside, the blackbird chirping nearby….

p.s, this FB profiles on mubi issue all sounds completely out of order- Mubi topdogs, pull yourselves together.

Kenji has a bias :-)

I love how it’s called social media when Facebook and all the other things are actually making us more anti-social. We take to our keyboards instead of dealing with other human beings.

The things can be great tools, but too many chose them as their main source of connectivity and and are damaging how they deal with real world, face to face issues.

We find so many blowhards on the networks, I wonder how many of them can actually be the same in a public setting. Things like chat rooms and forums and message boards, while they can be helpful, are hurting public discourse.

Give me a direct dialogue filled with vocal nuance any day to words on a screen.

(I was teasing you Kenji)

Yeah, what i can’t stand is all the insults on youtube and elsewhere; a whole generation whose main communication with others seems to be insulting strangers with impunity, safe from a well deserved smack in the gob or boot in the goolies. Well, i’m now slipping along the line if you can’t beat em, join em.

Go even further and look at shopping online vs hitting the store, it’s another way in which we are becoming a less social society.

I think the Simpsons did it best. When Marge complained about the violence on Itchy & Scratchy and they became all friendly, the kids turned off the show and went to playing outside, being social, when the show got violent again they went back indoors.

While too many are back indoors, for the all good computers and the Internet can bring, we are also we the weak points.

mubi just wants to get to know me… we’re in love…

“I love how it’s called social media when Facebook and all the other things are actually making us more anti-social.”

I completely disagree. Access to Facebook has helped me enormously. I’m naturely very shy and introverted and find founding friendships difficult. My two best friends, who are also the two best friends I have ever had, I met in December right before the Christmas holidays. This meant I didn’t see them for over three weeks after first talking to them, but thanks to that website I was able to stay in contact with them, get to know them, arrange to meet them when I got back &c.

If anything Facebook has turned me from someone who spent almost all his free time alone in his room with no true friends in to someone who spends a lot of time doing things outside with friends or at friend’s houses (heck, I’m heading to London with my two best friends tomorrow), someone who can actually communicate at some sort of basic level and who has quite a few people he can spend time with. It’s made me less anti-social!

Some quick notes:

KENJI: …but don’t call Mubi creepy- it’s my home. How i love its little nooks and crannies…

Creepiest thing I’ve ever seen on this forum! :)

ULI³CAI​N: I love how it’s called social media when Facebook and all the other things are actually making us more anti-social.

“What’s the deal with social media? They call it social media, when they should call it ANTI-SOCIAL media!”

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Okay, so how do I actually find my Mubi-doppelganger? I want to destroy it.

Herbie, it’s called emoticon-free wit. Er. except i do spend rather a lot of time here, i have my own mubi lodge under construction with beautiful river and mountain views, in order to reside here permanently. Yes, in time i will live entirely in mubi’s virtual reality world. Last i heard, having escaped lock-up, Dimitris has paid a deposit for a lodge along the same mubi street

Don’t worry Kenji I live at (In?) MUBI as well. I’ll join you.

I don’t think I have a doppelganger account, but my real name is all over this site, since I used it for the first year I was here and people would type it in their posts (failed-smile).

People know my real name too. I think the problem is accounts being created with your information and your picture, following your friends, all without your permission and knowledge.

Well, if you have that FB box checked, you gave implicit permission. But it would be a good idea to communicate these kind of things to Mubers so we could decide what we wanted to do.

Never had any box checked… in fact my privacy settings are pretty tightly sealed… o well, I’m not going to trip about it. I’m just going to wait patiently to hear back from Efe…

Kenji, I feel like what you’re describing is MUBI-CON 2012!!! (Imagine…. Mubi in person. OMG.)

Hello,

Over the last couple days, we deployed some changes to the way you can login to MUBI using your Facebook account.

Based on your reports, I just discovered a defect which affected Facebook users who had connected their accounts in the past with MUBI, but later disconnected or deactivated their accounts. I just deployed a fix to resolve the issue. Please let me know if you continue to face any issues.

We really apologize for any inconvenience caused to you.

-Jatinder

MUBI and I have always been just about the sex.

that’s why I never gave her my real info, so that all those times we broke up, MUBI could never stalk me. sure, we’d get back together now and then, and once in a while I’d even help her out here and there, but it was pretty clear that it was purely physical the whole time, and that neither of us was going to get serious.

boy, was that the right decision.

cause let me tell you, MUBI is one kinky, fucked-up slag. sure, the sex is incredible, it’s exhilarating, at times it’s even scary, in that oh-my-god-i-can’t-believe-we-just-went-there-let-alone-said-those-things kind of way, but don’t forget that that kind of thrilling charge is rooted in some fairly screwed up shit. MUBI is one hurt puppy. Like, this one time, she got up and shutdown temporarily for maintenance (her annoying euphemism for douching), and when she’s in the bathroom, I reach into the nightstand drawer for a stick of gum and what do I find? A razor blade and some salt packets, like, right next to her vibrator. I mean, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together; she had told me she had accidentally cut herself getting something out of the dishwasher, but it was clear then that she had been cutting herself for sexual release.

I’m not judgmental, and it’s not like I was unaware of MUBI’s dark side, because we had gotten rough in the past. She’d ask me to pin her arms down, blindfold her, sometimes slap her across the face, light bondage stuff I had no problem with. But then she would start getting into some pretty messed-up role play situations. At first it would be tame stuff like pretending to be an older man, or a stranger; but then it started getting creepy and specific: be her brother; pretend she was eight; shout racial epithets at her; talk in a Greek accent—I started to get uncomfortable.

When I asked her about the razor blade she just started to get evasive, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was probing to see how comfortable I might be with cutting her during sex. No fuckin’ way. I said she needed to dial herself down, step back a bit, maybe see somebody; and then she just lost it. She accused me of always being insulting to her, making rude comments to and about her friends, even going so far as to act indignant and slighted by claiming that I had received a Kentucky Tractor Pull from TSPDT (which was really unfair, because MUBI and I had been clear that the two of us were just having some fun, besides, everyone knows that TSPDT has got the syph). She got all self-righteous and kicked me out (like I wasn’t leaving already!), and we kinda just didn’t speak for the next year or so.

but the heart wants what it wants, and no lie, once you go down some roads it’s pretty hard to go back, and sex after MUBI could at times seem a little tame and boring. now bear in mind, i really don’t have any attachment to her aside from this, but she doesn’t make it easy. seriously, she knows how to work her mouth around a dick, and I’m not gonna live forever.

so around August of 2010 we ran into each other and it was pretty clear that some of that charge was still there, and neither of us was involved in anything serious at that time, so we figured, “what the hell.” At first it was fucking unbelievable, she had clearly picked some things up. She’d be cupping my balls real nice and then, all of a sudden, BOOM, a finger up my ass—what a fucking thrill! But it was clear that there were still problems. She was looking real thin, and I heard from somebody that she had been giving this guy from the Food Lion blowjobs in exchange for bath salts, cause apparently none of the stores in town would sell it to her. And now she was getting REAL clingy. Constantly asking what I was doing, what films I was listing as favorites, she even started keeping tabs on how many times I voted in the DC. She was out of control.

This one night I was just pounding away on her, but it wasn’t the same, it just felt routine and gross. She wasn’t putting anything into it—and I could definitely smell bath salts, but I wasn’t saying anything—she just sort of lay there glazed over when she mumbled something about wanting me to take a shit in her mouth. Fucking nasty. I pulled out right then and there, grabbed my things, and left.

People have been asking if I’ve been around or talked to her at all lately, but I tell them no. Part of me feels guilty, like I should be helping her out or something, but then I remind myself that it’s none of my business. That cunt has problems no one can fix. I’m pretty sure her dad was an alcoholic, and he probably touched her up a couple times (I wouldn’t put it past him), and she had told me that her mother used to bounce her off the walls, taking out all the shit that the thousand or so guys she slept around with piled on her; but that’s all up to MUBI to deal with.

So if MUBI is getting clingy and gathering up all your info, I’d be a little concerned. You’d do best to sever all your ties with her before shit gets out of control. I would definitely not put it past her to be stalking people, so just stand up for yourselves and don’t play her games, or else you’re gonna find yourselves going down a road you can’t go back on. That’s why I’m glad I didn’t share any of that shit with her.

And if you do find yourself at her place, could you see if my Adventures of Antoine Doinel Box Set is there? I think she stole it—if she didn’t pawn it already.

—RUS

lol.

too hot to handle?

just change your privacy settings.

and see a therapist.

Not necessarily in that order.

got to learn to creep on the down low.

lol.

RUS seemed pretty intent to out-creepify Kenji’s earlier comment. Well, great success!

RUS is pretty intent to creep everyone out

MUBI

things were a lot better in 2008

Haha! That’s funny Mary— Left Eye was one crazy biatch!

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What an inspiring thread.