While sitting on the pot checking my email with Eugenio's iPhone, the ad above my inbox reads, "Suffering from constant constipation?" Well, as a matter of fact, no, I'm not. If your ads were more sophisticated and could sense where I am and what I'm doing at all times, not just the anal retentive google searches, then you would know that. But you're pretty witty.

That's the future of marketing. Google will just squeeze my hand the way my mother did, without all the questions.

I typed this all by phone and will probably delete it later.