Yesterday morning I mentioned to Donna that our charcoal-lighting chimney had rusted out. That afternoon I got this email: “Amazon.com recommends Weber 87886 Chimney Starter.”
At the coffee shop earlier today our friend Darrell mentioned actor Tom Hanks, and I commented that he and I both went to Sacramento State College. A few minutes ago Facebook flashed this notification on my screen: “You have (1) new quiz: Think you know Tom Hanks?”
OMG I am freaking out. Once is coincidence, twice is conclusive proof that Satan stalks the earth. I know Amazon and Facebook track members’ preferences and choices, but when did they start monitoring offline conversations? Is it time to start checking my molars with an RFID scanner?
I post the following photos for the edification of our corporate overlords. Please note that I prefer cardigan sweaters in solid colors, that I like my trousers pleated and dark, and that my taste in mountain bikes runs to hardtail frames. By this time tomorrow, I expect to find an inbox full of messages from Nordstrom’s and Specialized Bicycles. Or you could just beam the ads directly into my head, if you’d rather.
