Actually, I have a good example of people being sensible about stuff: I was supposed to prove that I had had my MMR to enroll in grad school. I could not get my pediatric records, so I had no proof. I was freaking out, couldn't register, was going to get it re-done, but then I got in front of the person in charge. She asked where I had done my undergrad and believed that THEY had gotten the proof of MMR.
'Out Of Gas'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Big fat liar x-post!
And we have the craftiest secret handshake in this club.
And we have the craftiest secret handshake in this club.
Don't TELL them!
t pets Jesse's hair
Not 'cuz I give a hoot about Jesse's issues with her prospective employers.
Cuz of Jesse's hair, which needs, nay, Demands!, petting.
I guess I know why my mailers aren't that apt.
Yeah, but the marketers still have a profile on you and when you shop at Safeways it'll pimp little discounts to you based on your preferences. And if you were a coupon type of person you'd want the Huggies coupons coming to your house when you bought Pampers etc.
That was one of the things I liked about the Minority Report , when the scanners read your retinas and flashed ads at you based on your buying habits. That seemed to be a good future call.
The handshake is with the left hand, double pump, slap palm, slap back of hand, bump elbows and wink.
Or ... is it?
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the marketers still have a profile on you and when you shop at Safeways it'll pimp little discounts to you based on your preferences
Those don't even make it to my car. In three years, I've never redeemed one, even if it's for something I buy (which rarely happens) -- I just never want to take the paper home.
I don't care about the marketers tracking me, really. Is that so wrong?
The handshake is with the left hand, double pump, slap palm, slap back of hand, bump elbows and wink.
Or ... is it?
Crap. I always forget the elbows part. That must be why everyone thinks I'm so truthful and trustworthy.
Oh, we are being serious.
The day is coming soon when a swipe of a credit card will reveal your Mother's maiden name.
This will somehow be progress.
I don't care about the marketers tracking me, really. Is that so wrong?
Yes. When the revolution against scoopable cat litter comes, you'll be first against the wall.