reohn2 wrote:Cugel wrote:reohn2 wrote:We always record any TV programs we like and fast fwd through the ads
Why do those who display these ads think that repeating them ad infinitum ad nauseum is going to somehow overcome any resistance we have to buying their tedious products? If anything it surely does the opposite. I will never, ever buy a Zwift-thing. In fact, I'll go about telling anyone who'll listen that Zwift is obviously rubbish as they have to advertise it heavily to get fools to buy it.
But wait! Is my going about denigrating the Zwift on every possible opportunity itself an advert that will make the listeners assume the opposite is true? Doh!
Cugel
You obviously don't know the power of the lies spewed from the lips of marketeers,dare I mention B****t and the subsequent spew from the mouth of our current PM during that campaign?
PZ,Ze Zwift iz not zo zwift as eet ztayz in ze zame plaze all zee time no?
I have observed Zwift hamsters in their turbo-wheels, staring avidly at the screen whilst thrusting madly, all a-drip, to catch or beat some pixels arranged to look like a cyclist (only just, mind - they have a rather creepy uncanny-valley look). This is the New Model Cycling apparently. No need to learn to cycle as the only skill needed is to pedal.
Perhaps soon there will be a brain implant such that a closure of the eyes and a lie-down on a Special Bed will cause the "cyclist" to dream the course as the muscles are induced to twitch and spasm in cycling style by induction currents in the bed? No chance of being car-bit then (or pedestrian-bombed). ..... Unless the virtual cyclist requires some "reality" effects, which could be rendered by upping the induction currents until a limb is magled or some ribs broken, as though a car had left-hooked them or a prattle-box hypnotised eejit had wandered into the Zwift road.
Would such virtual cyclists have to wear a helmet? There could be a special one that uses induction currents to induce the delusion that one is that Wiggo in Le Tour. Another VC somewhere in Rarotonga could be Froome to their Wiggo, requiring not just some cycling but also sulks and pouts followed by a twitter war.
My! The possibilities. Who needs The Yorkshire Dales or the gorgeous Welsh hinterlands, eh?
Cugel, attached to the physical.
“Practical men who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influence are usually the slaves of some defunct economist”.
John Maynard Keynes