Friday, April 13 Check the date.
Anyway, I'm overwhelmed. Back if I ever catch up.
IN THE MEANTIME:
I JUST SPENT AN HOUR TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM AMAZON PRIME. CAN'T DO IT. DON'T SIGN UP.
I tried one of those "truthfinder" programs that charge to tell you everything that the data scrapers have found.
It was all wrong.
I am eclectic. I am not consistent. Assumptions don't work.
Twice lawyers have lost cases with me in the jury because they assumed that all clergy are conservative.
The assumptions are framed by young, male, urban, sketchily educated people. Even they should know that if I rent an apartment in a big urban building, I won't know anyone else who lives there.
They know nothing about indigenous people and can't spell anything relevant about them. Computers are fussy about spelling, but have no references for oral languages.
Amazon and others have cleverly discovered that they can prevent a person from unsubscribing by declaring that the person's password is wrong and refusing to make a new one.
Seven inches of snow fell yesterday. It is April. I don't hear any roads being cleared. I need to get to a county seat.
This "granular" advertising has still not discovered that I'm female.
They still think that people who read about porn are trying to get turned on, not trying to understand and ameliorate. Or that porn is anything definable anyway.