I'm generally not one of those big "conspiracy" kind of guys. I personally think the government has (or should have) bigger fish to fry than to worry about what I do on a day-to-day basis. I do think it's possible that aliens have visited Earth, but they were likely searching for intelligent life and decided to keep looking. I haven't seen black helicopters circling overhead and I take it at face value that Lee Harvey Oswald was the one person responsible for President Kennedy's assassination.
Yesterday, I had an experience that I admit creeped me out just a little; to the point that I want to hum the "Twilight Zone" theme; or the "X-Files" theme, if I could remember how that tune goes. I was chit-chatting with one of my co-workers and mentioned the fact that my ankle still gets very sore whenever I am covering a football game and do a lot of walking up and down the sidelines. (I've already shared the story of my unfortunate "sideline collision" from last November, resulting in a fractured ankle.) My co-worker suggested that I consider investing in a pair of high-top boots that could provide better ankle support. A few minutes later I opened Facebook because I needed to contact someone through that site. There, on the page, was an ad for high-top boots. Mind you, I had not looked on my computer for high-top boots. All I had done was have a personal conversation in which high-top boots were mentioned. I've heard of things like this happening before, but I chalked it up to a strange coincidence. I was told by my friend that computers and "smart phones" now will actually listen to conversations (not even on the phone) and then send ads based on those conversations.
I'm not so sure I like that. I don't feel that I have much to hide, but I don't like the idea of a nosy piece of electronics getting into my personal business. How do you think George Jetson would have felt if Rosie, his robot maid, went blabbing to everyone what kind of underwear he had on.
I suppose now that I have mentioned underwear here, I'll start seeing ads for Tommy John or Fruit-of-the-Loom underwear. Well, all I have to say about that is, "nice try, nosy computer folks, but I'm partial to Haines." I better stop now, just in case the CIA is on their way over with their black helicopters.