Cleared that with StW way early on.
I love how you TCB.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cleared that with StW way early on.
I love how you TCB.
Google thought I was a 35-44 year old man
I disabled all kinds of google bullshit yesterday and yes, I found out they thought I was a man. Is it because of my username here? I think so!
Age range is correct, but gender - no.
Aww, I'd so love to meet him!
Seconded!
When it comes to corsets and heels, he will bring his A game. And can also teach those who need to learn how to walk in heels.
I might be out of the Random Makeout demo; depends on Dan.
My reasoning is that I would not be cool with Tim having Random Makeouts, so I wouldn't expect to do something that I don't want him to also do.
Google thinks I'm a 34-year-old woman who lives in Maine. Only off by 13 years and 3500 miles!
When it comes to corsets and heels, he will bring his A game. And can also teach those who need to learn how to walk in heels.
Excellent.
Google has no idea who or what I am, apparently. Not sure why.
Google thinks I'm a 34-year-old woman who lives in Maine.
Is Maine one of your interests? Like, should I be interpreting it that it thinks I live in Scotland, instead of am interested in it?
I love how spot on some of the things are (TV, movies, comedy) and how random the others (Scotland).
On IE it just thinks I'm a guy. No other inferred demos.
Boy power!
Mine thinks I am interested in credit cards (and also Home and Garden, but that makes sense)
Like the majority of Buffistas, I was correctly gendered but Google underguessed my age by about a decade. Google also apparently thinks I'm bicoastal, splitting my time between the Bay Area and Connecticut, which, I don't even.
From the article about President Tyler's still-living grandsons, a commenter linked to this - an appearance on '50s game show "I've Got A Secret" by an eyewitness to the assassination of Lincoln. So stunning, just how tiny a sliver of time actually separates us from what we're used to thinking of as impossibly long ago and far away.
Google has no idea who or what I am, apparently. Not sure why.
You're an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, tied around a Spectral-Bovine.
Day four of being laid up. Sigh, but things are definitely on the mend. I really hope I will be able to make it to work tomorrow (since that means I will be able to leave the apartment).