About This Comic: Targeted
As in “targeted advertising“.
If you let your imagination run away with you, you can forget it’s nothing more than targeted marketing – no matter how much you want to believe in kismet.
Speaking of the fairer sex – when does it ever stop? When does the girl-watching ever relent? It is a little ridiculous to be middle-aged, happily married (a lot of work, you may relate) with teenage kids and still be girl-watching in the gym, tongue-tied talking to a young cutie and an all-around pathetic girl-watcher. Is there a potion I can drink to make it stop already?
For Pete’s sakes I even watched two episodes of “Nashville”. Why? A pretty face named Hayden Panettiere vamping it up, even thought it is a city remaining on my bucket list, I was drawn into a God-forsaken soap opera for crying out loud justifying it with “interests in all music genres”.
I took some ribbing from My Girls (the wife and daughter) until I realized they were right and tuned out. I was even ashamed to check-in to GetGlue after the first time. What will my friends think? I have enough guilt, let’s not add shame to the mix of emotions.
I Digress
Back to the topic of the strip, the Pandora ONE is slightly a disappointment because I’m hearing a lot of the music from the free version and suprised at how little “more” there is. It is great be commercial-free, be able to listen to Internet Radio anywhere (but the car) and I guess I’m just being a little more curmudgeonly than usual. Only three bucks a month, and there was a genuinely sincere “welcome aboard” email from the founder (also named Tim), so I liked that.
Have a great weekend, let’s bunker down for Sandy and hope the power stays on for all.
-T.A.D.
