waiting to answer an ask for WEEKS about a musical artist you enjoy, but upon whom you have not developed a particularly strong parasocial relationship, and it's on your Nixon blog, so you somehow have to tie it into your whole half-baked Richard Nixon roleplay gimmick, and it's an ask from your mutual, so you'd like to answer it, and you quickly realize as you're typing this nonsense on your smartphone which is an android, so Google's got my your data, and also you use a keyboard assistant owned by Microsoft, so Microsoft has all sorts of data from you, i dont even know what im typing anymore