A friend of mine sent me a link to a "luxury dog bed" on wayfair (basically a small overstuffed leather couch), entirely in the spirit of "haha, look at this ridiculous vanity object that the dog probably doesn't even like compared to a smelly blanket, eat the rich amiright?" and I then proceeded to get banner ads for impractically fancy dog beds for a week on all the webcomics I read whose pages I've whitelisted in my adblocker.

I choose to imagine that this is the final desperate gamble by a man sitting in a warehouse full of unsold luxury dog beds, as he says to himself, "I've made a huge mistake."

This reminds of when I was first transitioning and searched up a lot of ftm resources, which must've confused the Machine because I kept getting ads for baby toys, cribs and stuff. Turns out many people searching the term ftm mean "first time mom" which is about as far away from what I was becoming as possible

(AI sweating profusely) what goes in a wallet. Shit. Shit. Can we sell them money

Megabytes of intricately detailed interest inventories, sold at high prices to marketing companies, all directed at targeted advertising for irrelevant products delivered right to my adblocker.