It really, really does. And it also makes me realize I have no idea what I'm doing with my author page (which I've neglected for a year anyway, but still).

I need to scan some more pictures. I keep missing Throwback Thursday.

So no one else was redirected from Liese's link to somewhere unsavory? Uh oh.

I was directed to a perfectly respectable site with code that did what it said it would.

I am my favorite Facebook person, btw. No surprises there.

Targeted marketing is the main reason I don't answer any questions, including any schools I attended, where I live, what my shopping preferences are. Not that I think any of those things aren't *known*, but it takes another step, which may inconvenience the software enough not to take it routinely, to hook me into more advertising. I have so far resisted linking any of my sites to each other, I never access one *from* another, and have taken steps to *prevent* my account from one site accessing my account on another site. I don't put any info in "the cloud." All the data I store *myself* is on hard drives, auxilliary drives. I am totally aware there is plenty of info on me online, but I have gone to several info-collecting sites and wiped any facts about me that were searchable that I could.

I'm more than willing to give up the marginal "convenience" of having everything available on every device from the cloud, of skipping merrily from Twitter to FB to Instagram to Tumblr. I take the steps, and I clear my history wherever I can, and I vacuum up whatever breadcrumbs I'm aware of, and stay alert for info-seeking sites and software. Tin-hat conspiracist? You damn betcha.

I'm not really bothered by the idea of targeted marketing, nor by the reality. I would be more disturbed at the distorting of of the online community at Facebook if I used it more, but I don't so it's hard to get too worked up about it. It's kind of depressing how much it reminds me of how I perceive the current realities of campaign finance distorting our political landscape. And ties into why I had to stop watching House of Lies.

Unrelatedly (or is it?), do you think I can count raspberry jell-o as my fruit for today?

If you do, -t, I can totally count Reece's peanut butter cups as my protein.

Oh, I do that all the time. Totally protein!

Peanut butter cookies are my protein.

Well, okay, dinner was quinoa and eggs because I was craving protein hardcore and when you marry a vegetarian there is no bulgogi in the house.

But generally, peanut butter cookies = protein. Maybe I'll go have one now.

You know what surprised me? That almond milk doesn't have more protein than cow's milk. It seems like it should, in my head anyway.

I haven't made peanut butter cookies in an age. I should do that. Do you put the crosshatch fork marks in yours, Tep?

I feel like I should be more concerned about the targeted marketing and the information-gathering than I am. It's just, it's hard for me to be outraged when it's nothing more than I expected. They're a business. As John Rogers said, "If the service is free, you're not the customer, you're the product." I get what I want from Facebook, and they probably don't get a lot from me given how I use it. Liese, your info was really good; that gives me ideas how I can manipulate FB into doing more of what I want. If I can be bothered, which I probably can't.