Gee, my LinkedIn page must be so exciting, Homeland Security hungered for more, and moseyed on over to my Facebook page.
Unlike the others in my privacy settings, I didn’t visit or like their web site or any pages, nor shared my email address with them.
And no, I never received any “advertising” from them on my feed. I don’t look at their stuff at all, anywhere. It doesn’t even look real, more like something from a t-shirt.
What did they learn from my Facebook page? I adore my cat Magnus, I drink a lot of coffee, love eating at small restaurants with quirky names, write books, teach art, listen to the Hives, love Niagara Falls, and Ted Kord the Blue Beetle is my all-time absolute favourite superhero.
The Hives and the Blue Beetle aren’t on my LinkedIn page, and neither are my dining practices. So there is another piece of the puzzle I am certain the entire universe — including deities, should they exist — already knew about that for, like, years. Somehow, for whatever reason, someone on the Internet who isn’t Alexandra Kitty has decreed Blue Beetle’s “birthday” as “May 10” — which happens to be my birthday.
I mean, come on: Alexandra Kitty is an open comic book…