So the Internet and the conspiracy theorists are up in arms about the PRISM project. Well this is what Google Analytics is all about, people. Why are you so mad? If the government paid someone else to do it, thus pushing capitalism further, then would it be ok? Oh, wait they did pay someone since he was a contractor.
Anywho, a few weeks ago I was googling wainscoting because I have big plans for our upstairs bathroom. (I might have made a pretty big topic leap there but I'm going somewhere with this, hold on.)
I am envisioning (on my mental vision board) bright turquoise and gold fish orange and bright white wainscoting in the bathroom no one uses. And some shade over that damn window above the bath that makes that room a sauna every summer. This is not the reason that we no longer use this bathroom. Oh, no. The Boy has decided that our bath tub is infinitely more fun. Why? I don't know. He gets these ideas in his head and there is no shaking it. Perhaps when the baby comes he'll change his oh so stubborn (yet familiar) mind. God I hope its for the better.
Anyways, like I said I've got plans for that room. They also involve doing something with this random closet in the bathroom. I think we would be better served with a cabinet of some sort but not sure how to turn it into a closet. I'm sure Juanito could MacGyver his way to see it done, but I need him on other projects. Namely the storage under the stairs. We had this great idea to open up the closet down stair, that people in my family would call the hall closet, into the space under the stairs to allow for more storage. Living in Phoenix the attic is not an ideal storage area for things you don't want to melt.
So a while ago Juanito employed my dad to come over and the punched through the wall into the long forgotten area. But apparently our great idea was not a common vision. Now we have a little hobbit door that one has to belly crawl through in order to get to the secret lair, I mean the storage area. Not exactly how I would have done it. I know that Juanito has visions of prepping for the end of the world or the zombie apocalypse, but really I just want a place to store my wedding dress and family heirlooms and holiday decorations without fear that they will melt into one festive jumble, instead of stockpiling canned peaches and air-tight drums of rice. I need the stuff from the "put it in the spare room" room to be transferred somewhere else so that we can make it "the baby's room."
Point being, I think we have jumped past nesting and landed feet first in demolition and reconstruction phase of the pregnancy. Also the latent food aversion has subsided to I want to eat everything. And right now it must be fried and saddled with chocolate of the cold, frozen kind.
So what does any of this have to do with PRISM? Well, I was watching something enriching and educational on YouTube the other day (I think it was all of the songs from Pitch Perfect) and every video I clicked on had a five second commercial about wainscoting...coincidentally it was the company that I was reading about a few weeks ago. This is marketing in the digital age. This is Google taking what you search, selling this data to companies so that they can better target their advertising. This isn't THE MAN watching your every move. This isn't Big Brother coming for you Orson Welles and Ayn Rand. This is capitalism at its finest.
Now if only I could get some free wainscoting out of this post.....
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