Oh, internet, how I love you!

[gridlore]

First of all, I'm awake at 0315 because I went to take a nap yesterday at around 1500 and fell dead asleep. Oops.

But anyway. Yesterday, Kirsten and I were snarking about Furcon. You saw my "five million hairs" post, yes? We do this every year. I tweeted the following:

"I am not allowed to go to Furcon naked. Nor in a thong. But a full scuba suit is acceptable. I can work with this."

Amusement was had. Suggestions were made. Time marches on.

Sit down to check my mail this morning, and what do I see?

"Scuba Diving Store is now following you on Twitter!"

Let's be clear. I've never gone scuba diving in my life. I suffer from Thalassophobia, I absolutely freak out at the thought of getting into water where I can't see the bottom. Even if I could afford the gear and training, I suffer from severe asthma.. not something you want to have hit you while 20m beneath the surface!

But because I tweeted the words "scuba suit" their bot found me.

Makes me wonder who else I can dragnet for with key words.

Comments

[suzilem.livejournal.com]

Years ago, the thought of being watched or followed gave people the heebie-jeebies. Now, "Big Brother is following you" is actively wished for.

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

Hey, if the Scuba Diving Store wants to read my 140 character rants, more power to them.