Well, there’s a question. If the great eye of The Man is monitoring our most “interesting” internet moves, what exactly constitutes a red flag these days?
I’m a very curious person by nature. In general I enjoy the informational rabbit hole the internet provides. But now that my work requires constant research on a variety of odd science-y topics, I fear my browser history might betray me through false representation.
It probably doesn’t help that I live in a cabin in the woods in rural Montana. If I were a man I would no doubt have some sort of outlandish recluse’s beard for the fall. (Instead I have crazy Witch Hair.) I think traditionally that combination of factors probably already earns a person a spot on a list somewhere. And yeah, we’ve got some bones in the yard. Okay, and several skulls in the house, too. And a variety of axes, knives, machetes, and whathaveyou. I mean, Montana, guys.
But contrary to what my computer history would indicate, I do not have a barrel of severed heads in my basement. Hell, I don’t even have a basement! I am not, in fact, in the market for powdered tiger penis or anthrax, nor am I looking for lifestyle tips from Nazi doctors. My curiosity about blood drives, weird body hair, cannibals, and dead bodies is purely professional. I’m not into killing rabbits or procuring plutonium or buckets of lye.
So if that stealthy, clandestine black van ever pulls up, someone, please, have my back, eh?