The freak of all freaks

I saw a really interesting / disturbing piece last night on 60 Minutes about how we are electronically spied on with every email we send / receive, every site we visit, every online purchase we make, etc.  

There are companies that specialize in this "data gathering", hoovering it all up and then creating profiles of over 200,000,000 of us (so far) which they sell to....who knows....so they can aim ever more targeted advertising at us.

Their profiles can tell if you have cancer, diabetes, migraines, you name it, by knowing what you've purchased online or mentioned in a Tweet or email.  Your political affiliation, your sexual preference, your hobbies, your pet peeves, your financial status, your investments....it is totally, 100% invasive.  They probably know more about you than your spouse does.

So here's what I was thinking we should all do:  Leave a smokescreen of disinformation for them to incorporate into your dossier.  Make them think you're a cross-dressing bisexual environmentalist Republican who has slept with both Madonna and Rush Limbaugh.  

Someone who has bought a place in Colorado just for the legal weed, and frequently watches Pat Robertson's Christian Broadcasting Network.
  

Someone who loves collecting butterflies, swinging, and attending monster truck rallies, who has sent proposal letters to Honey Boo Boo AND her mom (The Big Boo Boo?), and who has only 3 toes on each foot.  Someone who wears tap shoes, whose favorite color is black, and prefers to wear it with thigh-highs.  

Let these "data gatherers" put together a profile of THAT mythical person and then sit back and see what kind of targeted advertising comes our way.  Should be interesting, huh?  ;)

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I love commercials with a dry sense of humor.  This one tickles me:

It's Monday.  Again.  Go get 'em....rah.  :)

S

There's a football game this weekend? Really?

Outside of the northeast, does anyone care about the Super Bowl this weekend?  I'm sure the fans in NY and Boston are going nuts, this being their dream matchup, but for the rest of the country it's just an excuse to eat football food for the last time this season and watch some (hopefully) funny/sexy commercials.  Oh, and what's her name?....Madonna.  (I think that's when I'll go to the bathroom.  Yes, my time is that strictly planned during the Super Bowl.)  Today I'm going to the grocery store to buy the ingredients K says she'll need for her smorgasbord.  


We're expecting some strong storms to come through north Texas this afternoon/evening bringing more rain (hey, I'm not complaining....we need it) and strong winds, and maybe even some hail, too.  I have a huge fear of hail.  Not physical fear, but fear of having to deal with the damage after it passes.  It tears up roofs and cars, necessitating dealing with the dreaded insurance company.  *ack*  I think I'd rather have a chest wax.  (Remember Steve Carell in the 40 Year Old Virgin?  OUCH!)


The new pooch is doing well.  He likes his food, plays 100 mph, then conks out and sleeps for 2 hours.  He's a daredevil, lemme tell you!  He jumps from couch to ottoman to dog bed, back and forth like a Ringling Bros acrobat.  It's hilarious!


Just got an AP news text....employers added 243,000 jobs last month, pushing unemployment down to 8.3%.  Excellent!


Y'all have a great Friday.  Let the weekend begin! :)


S