I know that the internets are spying on me.
I know that they’re gathering cartloads of digital data on me in order to paper my electronic life with adverts for any and every thing they think I might be interested in, exposing me to a constant barrage of things I might foolishly find myself desperate to acquire.
I also know that they know that I have no money and so would have to purchase these profferances with imaginary money at exorbitant interest I may never be able to pay off.
They know my income. They know my debt.
They know I am weak and often fall victim to my own cavernous consumer need.
They do not care.
I know that they know all this and still I venture onto the dangerous web on an almost constant basis.
I’ve accepted the danger as the inevitable price one must pay for being able to watch cat videos for free.
So I am not surprised when I see banner ads for expensive shoes
- I have visited the Easy Spirit site (oh! sexy! sexy!) more than twice.
Ads for cat trees and electric kitty loos are a daily occurrence
- Esme is has bookmarked an online store that specializing in custom catios.
That invitations to “Visit Great Britain!” pop up constantly, makes perfect sense considering how often I go to a certain travel site to plan trips in which I will spend my not-yet-won lottery millions on first class airfare and five star hotels in London. (Soon. Soon. Oh everso soon.)
Even the Trump election ads make sense when I take into account Lucy’s strange tiny paw fetish.
All this bothers me not in the least because it makes sense and I understand that there are algorithms that note the skittering journey of my computer
careening Tardis-like across the electronic universe
in order to crunch my interests
(and those of the furfaces with which I live)
and ome up with logical lures for a weak-willed consumer mind.
I got it.
I’m cool with the way the world does work,
except…
Two entries back I extolled the decadence of the faux leather recliner cinema experience.
Today I opened up this site to find a banner ad for “Luxury Home Theater Seating” with a picture of three interconnected leather recliners for me to purchase
(“On sale - $1000 off!”)
to put in the media room I do not have.
(Hell, I don’t even possess a working television at the moment.)
OH MY LORD!
I think I’m going to have a coronary event!
They’re not just tracking me all over the web,
Now they’re actually reading my journal!
They’ve moved far beyond the realm of normal advertising algorithm
and smack dab in the land of cyber-stalking!
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