I took a sick day from work thanks to feeling crummy from working on my laptop all night. Started to feel guilty, but it was going to be a quiet day for me and this uses up excess leave hours that I'm always scrambling to use before losing at year's end. And the curling up in bed in a quiet apartment for several more hours worked wonders for my headache.
Also good to introduce my best friend and the Mrs. to a really good Mexican place in a neighboring small town for dinner tonight, which was fun. My fajitas came in a big cauldron carved out of volcanic rock!
It tastes like the antibiotic I threw up when I was 7. I haven't an idea what differentiates it, but I can taste the flavor without being told the name. It's NOT vanilla.
It turns out Facebook thinks I'm black.
I interact with nothing public, but Facebook did have me in two ad categories: black and Republican. Which is hilarious on so many levels.
Also, timelies, everyone!
Facebook thinks I am black too. I smile faced that to see if I would get more ads.
It turns out Facebook thinks I'm black.
Me too. And it seems I have moderate engagement with soccer related content and am a frequent traveler? Random. They got my birthday, my political leanings, and how I connect to FB correct. I'm not seeing anything I'm particularly concerned about there, but I did purge a number of apps and I'll probably skip quizzes from here on out.
I'm not being good about articulating my thoughts, but short version: fb algorithms deciding you are black because you give a fuck is an indictment of the whiteness of fb inside. Systemic racism at work in weird but unsurprising ways.
Do you ever wonder how French vanilla differs from vanilla?
Tiny berets?
My fajitas came in a big cauldron carved out of volcanic rock!
You win at fajitas. That sounds AWESOME.
Ha, FB thinks I'm black too. And I was gonna say, it's probably because we all give a fuck about BLM and racism.
I, too, am black. Because there couldn't possibly be any other reason to be interested in the things I'm interested in.