They watch.

If I search New Balance shoes, and New Balance ads pop up, that's understandable.
If I talk about Doritos, and an ad for Doritos pops up, that's understandable because they are listening.
If I silently wonder to myself "What's the capital of Kyrgyzstan?" and I start typing "what is the ca..." and Google fills in the rest, that's what freaks me out.

 

I texted a bunch of listings for lake houses to my wife in the last few weeks. Then, we put in an offer on one that was big enough to be our primary residence (we didn’t get it).

A few days later, and ever since, I’ve been bombarded with junk mail from developers asking to buy my current house, and from developers looking to unload lakefront plots at a “discounted” rate.

 

Yeah, this is an '02 Mazda/Ford Ranger. I got it dirt cheap with 75k when my Brother in Law died. This fix in particular just kills the problem as the cable end pieces were made of a rubber that gets brittle after 15 or 20 years. It's worth my time and a twelve buck part.

 

I suspect there are all sorts of things hidden in software and cookie permissions we'd object to if we read or understood them.

 

Same, but with "Lusty milfs in my area"

 

Don't need no Google for that... I am Google.

(Not really. I'm a happily married goober, but it's nice dream. Don't matter where you get your appetite as long as you eat a home.)

 

If the tailgate cables are the ones from the factory, probably worth it to install a fresh pair while you are at it.

 

Often if my wife has to use my phone browser and sees ads, she looks at me and says, “Forgot to use private mode?”

 

someone’s always watching and listening

walk down a city street or in a neighborhood, you’re on multiple cameras

drive somewhere, you’re on multiple cameras

type “sailboat panties for grandma” and you’ll get hit with ads for Playtex

type or speak a few key words and you’ll raise some eyebrows with alphabet agencies somewhere

my preferences are nacho cheese Doritos and sheer lingerie. bring on the ads!

 

I typed in "fringe pyramid theories" and now I have been signed to create a 10-part Netflix docuseries.

 

I really want to know what sailboat panties are, but I ain't googling that.