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Have you ever had a conversation with your computer that feels a little… one-sided? You innocently search for a special kind of bird feeder, one that looks like a tiny log cabin. You spend five minutes looking at it, decide…
You’re finally doing it. You’ve found the perfect, high-end, ergonomically-designed bird feeder online. It’s squirrel-proof, endorsed by ornithologists, and it’s on sale. Score!! You triumphantly enter your credit card number, click “Buy Now,” and lean back, imagining the joyous chirps…
Have you ever had a conversation about, say, taking up competitive llama grooming, only to find your phone flooded with ads for tiny shears and alpaca-friendly shampoo? It feels like your phone is leaning in, cupping a hand to its…
Have you ever gotten a financial tip that sounded so good, you could almost hear a choir of angels singing? Maybe it was a post from a distant cousin on Facebook, who suddenly looks 20 years younger and is standing…
Here’s the thing about scammers: they’re lazy. They’ve always been lazy. In the past, that meant laughably bad grammar in emails (“Dear Esteemed Sir, kindly send me your Social Securitys”). Now? They’ve outsourced the work to Artificial Intelligence. Which means…
The other day, I got a pop-up on a website. “Hello!” it said, chipper as a songbird. “My name is Brenda. How can I help you today?” I needed to know if they shipped to Antarctica, a pressing question for…
Have you ever received an email from your cousin Barb that made you spit out your coffee? The one claiming that scientists discovered a species of squirrel in Peru that can yodel the national anthem? And for a moment, just…
I saw a picture of my neighbor, Herb, the other day. In it, he was accepting a Nobel Prize for inventing a self-weeding garden hose. He was shaking hands with the King of Sweden, and a bald eagle was perched…
The phone rings, and it’s your grandson, Timmy. At least, it sounds exactly like Timmy, except he sounds like he’s calling from inside a wind tunnel during a national kazoo convention. And he’s in trouble. Big trouble. “Grandma? I’m in…
I remember when spotting a scam email was a fun little game, like a digital “Where’s Waldo?” You’d look for the obvious clues: the email was from a mysterious foreign prince, the grammar looked like it had been put through…