Okay, I know. It’s been a month. In my defense, it’s been super crazy.

Here we go, though. I have something to say, and I’m not afraid to say it. On my blog. Which is read by like three people.

What is up with the targeted advertising? Mine must be broken, because I swear they think I’m an older single man with no friends and a deep love of violent video games and trash TV.

This morning, I got ads for about ten TV shows (the only show I watch that’s actually on right now is Jeopardy!) that are mostly about women wrestling with each other, except for the few that were about
cooking for one. I got an ad for a microwave egg cooker for one, a meal service for single people and a video game that had many, many boobies in it.

Wow. So many misses.

Advertisers: Show me some bird food and/or toys, weird gadgets for baking and canning, curly hair products that will make my hair look more like a model’s hair and less like the wig they used in several local productions of Annie. Oh, and more cheese ads, please. I do love me some cheese.

Should I have to tell them? Aren’t the computers just supposed to figure that stuff out now, since we’re being overtaken by robots? Geez.

Yep. You waited a month for this.