Tag Archives: algorithms

Things I don’t need.

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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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Things Facebook think I need.

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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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Things Facebook thinks I need.

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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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The perils of reviewing a book called Bonk.

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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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I think I speak for all dogs..

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Dogs of the world? Unite and bite your owners… at least the ones who invented and sell this nonsense.

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And if you think that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve seen today, hang on. It gets worse.

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While the chihuahua dog umbrella might seem cute, let’s visualize the Great Dane sized version and move on.

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I didn’t click on this oddity so I can’t relay any details. I get enough weirdo advertisements as it is, exploring canine penile wraps would take me down a dark tunnel I’d just as soon not visit.

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My favorite new algorithm.

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Ball wash and banana hammocks be damned… my Facebook feed has finally found an ad campaign I can get behind.

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Meet Peanut, the Nuts.com squirrel.

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He’s not red, not gray.

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But whatever he is, Peanut is a definite step up from the usual crap that pollutes my page.

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Welcome Peanut.

Here’s hoping you and your nuts drown out the testicle hygiene products for months to come.

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So glad I didn’t receive these gifts for Christmas…

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There really are some horrible products for sale, and my Facebook algorithm is going to make sure I see each and every one of them.

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You think those flowers are pretty…. but they’re not your average blooms. Don’t believe me? Click on the pic and enlarge it, but be warned.

What is seen cannot be unseen.

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I was never tempted to give my mother the gift of mildly offensive genitalia, but hey. Whatever floats your boat.

Floral penises not tempting enough? I got your back.

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Literally in this case.

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I doubt ‘eating ass’ needed a new meaning, but there you have it.

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