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It probably won’t surprise you to learn my algorithms often give me cocktail recipes… which spellcheck just changed to ‘road pies’ for some inexplicable reason… and while I’m always up for new cocktail combos?
Things have taken a decidedly blue turn lately.
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I dislike cutesy… not to mention raunchy… names and won’t be ordering those anytime soon.
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I fear I may have tripped a disturbing algorithm by clicking on those pole dancing mice a while back.
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Now I’ve got a squirrel working the room for tips .
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Be still my heart.
I don’t have all the ingredients yet so if you beat me to it, let me know how they turn out.
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Required momma woodchuck photo.
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This decanter is wrong in so many ways I don’t know where to start…
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Pickle soup? Equally as wrong…
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I’m happy to report my pickle algorithm seems to have taken a hike and in its place something a little closer to my heart has started popping up.
Although not all the recipes are good.
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Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
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Yes, the Pillsbury doughboy is now sharing cocktail recipes with me. The world is a very strange place indeed.
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That doesn’t sound or look the least bit appealing.
I doubt it’s a very good idea in general either.
Ouch!
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Talk about your basic recipe. It’s like they’re not even trying.
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Cheers!
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We’ll start with Lord Dudley Mountcatten who definitely knows how to relax.
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My husband wanted a fleece vest to wear at the office (because he works for the government and they’re too cheap to raise the thermostat above 65 degrees in the winter) so we headed to L.L. Bean.
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Home of the giant boot..
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And flannel shirt beer coozies.
They clearly know their audience.
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Charity my *ss. Those on the bottom should lose their non profit status.
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Supporting a new blog friend by purchasing and reading his amusing and heartwarming tales of animal caretaking in Scotland.
And finally, my algorithms have gotten on board with my furniture shopping nightmare by dropping vintage finds on my FB feed.
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I have to admit, I kind of dig it.
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Yes, the pickle posts are still peppering my page. So grab your cup of morning coffee and check out these briny abominations.
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Fritters are delightfully sweet treats.
Hard pass.
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There’s a name for this, but it’s definitely not fashion.
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Pickle juice ice cubes.
I just can’t…
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No.
And again, no.
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I have two words for this person.
Seek help.
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Oh those pesky algorithms.
You click on one pickle martini recipe for blog fodder and then bam! Before you know it?
You’re pickled.
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My Jameson will never be shot out of a hollow pickle.
Nope. Not happening.
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For the love of all that’s holy.
No.
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I beg to differ.
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My Facebook and Apple News algorithms are always coming up with ridiculous products they think I need to purchase.
I’m passing on all three of these.
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#1…. Swimsuit season is not approaching quickly in Maine, unless you count the Polar Bear plunge in February and I’ve never be crazy enough to do that.
#2…. My derrière is awake as it’s ever going to get. No caffeinated butt cream required. 
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No.
Just… no.
While I spoil Lord Dudley Mountcatten far more than my husband thinks I should, even I have limits.
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Do I want to carry around a 28 ounce gelatinous pouch of my own urine? I most assuredly do not.
Also, I spent my teenage years on an island in Maine where there were no public restrooms. I’m completely familiar with pissing in the woods if necessary.
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I’m beginning to wonder exactly what kind of weirdo Facebook thinks I am.
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The husband and I will not be rocking matching bat suits anytime soon. ( Not to say we wouldn’t crush them, I simply don’t feel the need)
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This made me do a double take, and further research was warranted.
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Jeans that give new meaning to the phrase pants on fire.
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I had to laugh at this ad because I just saw the exact product at a flea market for $10. Sorry Pier One.
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I can say it. But from now on, I won’t.
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Facebook is always trying to sell me something. And since it depends on algorithms to choose the items … I have to wonder why it thinks I need organic underwear.
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A free range bra? That’s an oxymoron if ever I’ve heard one.
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High impact? Exactly how much impact do they think my girls experience…
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My car seats do not need a body guard. If I’m man enough to spill a drink while driving? They should just man up and take it.
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Okay, they’ve got me here.
Those are adorable.
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I should have known there would be a price to pay for excerpting passages from a book about sex.
I should have, but the flood of … how shall I say, related products… now polluting my screen is prodigious.
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Mothers Day gift anyone?
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Technically that’s not a sex toy, but the algorithm’s mind went there anyway.
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I really need to be more careful with my book reviewing.
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