Go home, Pinterest. You are drunk.

So, as I often do, I was sat here, happily browsing Pinterest, when it occurred to me that, through the wonder of technology and algorithms and general nosiness on the part of each and every website we visit, we are suddenly reachable with more ease an accuracy for advertising than ever before.

Suddenly, as if being hit by some unseen force, a terrible realization came over me.

My Pinterest browsing history must be really, really strange. Like, what-planet-is-this-lady-from strange.

That is the only possible explanation for this grotesque conglomeration of pinnage.

Reader, I assure you no photoshopping had been done to the following image. It is one entire mobile browsing page that appeared before my eyes.

What is even going on here? Is that a shirt, a baby, a boob…? And someone save that poor girl on the right from the melting spider that has attached itself to her eye!

Heck, Pinterest even provided us with a pre-emptive response meme with the blinking guy on the top left.

What a world! What a time to be alive! What will they come up with next?


Internet, Internado…or No?

How bad is our internet?

It’s so bad that one of the main characters from one of our favorites programs (El Internado, if you’re interested — go watch it right now!) looked down in dismay at the lost connection notification.

Yup. Thanks, Viasat.