Oh, internet, how I love you!

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.

Somewhere in the Pentagon's E-Ring...

...there has to be several copies of GURPS Traveller: Ground Forces lying around. I just read this Wiki article about the ongoing reorganization of the US Army.

Modular brigades that can be plugged into a divisional headquarters as the mission requires. See page 30 of my book to see where I came up with that idea first.

They owe me royalties. Or a commission.