Some self-proclaimed Internet gurus seem to think that customized advertisements are as spiffy as spandex, but when the customization takes the form of a cheesy approach suggesting that my web browser knows all about what’s important to me, the spandex gets stretched.
Coming upon my car this afternoon in the Short North neighborhood of Columbus, Ohio, I found this magnet affixed to my car. I didn’t put it there. What an odd activity, and what an odd time to engage in it. I mean, hey, this is
Last year, I made brief and horrible fun of the foil wrappers they put on bottles of bubble solution. I snarkily asked whether there was a terrorist plot to inject bubble bottles with cyanide. In a comment, the ever-thoughtful John Stracke suggested that “it probably