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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.
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.
