Whaaaat?

As a morally upstanding website, I’m obligated to ask if I may track your visits here?

Why?

This is so that I look through your bedroom window at night, stalk my exes, co-workers, and beguiling Parisian shopkeepers across the globe. Also, I’d like to use Google Analytics to note how many visits the site gets, and get a vague idea about which country visitors are from, and what colour underwear they have on.

I Want the Cookie

Ok. Your browser will keep a tiny file called a cookie that will contain the word “yes”. And when you visit, Google Analytics will clock up a visit. You can read all about that process here.

Begone, Tempress!

Also fine. With crushing irony, your browser will keep a tiny file called a cookie that contains the word “no”. That tells me not to record your visits and also not to ask you about it for a year or so.

This Whole Cookie Thing is Bumming Me Out

Sorry about that. Custard Cream? Also, you could visit EFF.org and see how some of their madcap creations can restore the illusion of control.