One of my many pet peeves–and likely one of yours–are those customized advertisements that show up on web sites we visit, trying to sell us stuff that we looked at on other web sites while really just reminding us it’s time to clean out our cache files.
I wouldn’t care so much if it was stuff I actually wanted to buy, but I’m not a profoundly vigorous shopper and I don’t generally look at commercial web pages unless I have a specific need. If I look up socks, for example, the odds are pretty high that I’m going to buy some socks somewhere before I sign off.
Why is it, then, that when I do buy those socks I am forced to look at entirely worthless ads for the socks I just damn bought yesterday. At no time do I need socks less than in the day or so after I just bought socks. I haven’t even bothered to throw the old socks into the rag box yet.
And now I’m inundated by boobs. Boobs everywhere. Why? Because last week my wife bought a couple of bras on my computer and I haven’t run my CCleaner in the intervening days. I just wanted to rant on that–and it’s also funny to say “boobs.” It’s such a funny word for one of the core components of the universe, without which our entire species would have died out centuries ago (or mutated into something unrecognizable as human, thanks to all the “better living through chemisty” components in baby formula. And yet: boobs. It’s like naming an athlete named “Milton” or a genius called “Kevin.”