You know, I can't remember what the context was exactly, but I was just saying this weekend that we are living in the future, flying cars or no.
Yeah. All this computer/music/video crap we have is totally scifi. That's one are where reality met or exceeded the '60s scifi vision.
Except we don't have AI yet. Back then people radically underestimated the difficulties associated with AI.
ION, Burger King French toast sticks are of the nummy....
I too was writing something this weekend that involved calculating dates up to like 2014 (a calendar of actions related to a settlement). It was totally wrong and freaky! But disposable digital cameras? More freaky!
I'm eating Cheerios and coffee for breakfast.
Please note that I do not mean Cheerios
in
coffee.
We didn't have killer Frozen Death Fog here but I did fall on my ass on the remaining filthy, filthy ice this morning. Fortunately I was in my workout togs, including padded paw mittens, so I didn't mess up my hand like I could have if it was bare. Or have to touch the filthiness with my bare flesh.
I came to work in shirt sleeves. It's spring in NC.
Also, am I the only one who looks at my spam and wishes I had this many interesting real correspondents? They have such cool names, the spammers. Only when you open the emails, it's all about Viagra, or stocks.
How's your poor ass?
Seriously, I can't actually tell if I bruised it or not because the side I fell on is already pretty covered in bruises from hitting it with a tambourine. (We've been practicing a lot lately to get ready to record in a couple of weeks.) I lead a very dangerous rock and roll lifestyle! (Also, I bruise easily.)
I had a living in the future moment when a friend visiting Cambodia and I were e-mailing back and forth in real time, and he sent me pictures he'd taken a few hours before. Why we were both awake at the same time, I'm not sure.
Oh ick, lisah. The ice/snow stuff is so gross right now. I see the stuff thrown up on lawns by the plows and wonder if it isn't killing everything growing under there. I take my shoes off the minute I get in the door, even after wiping them, to avoid tracking that stuff inside. And then wash the soles. It's nasty.
Also, am I the only one who looks at my spam and wishes I had this many interesting real correspondents? They have such cool names, the spammers. Only when you open the emails, it's all about Viagra, or stocks.
I got some brilliant spam today that I felt like forwarding-- Viagra spam with the last name of other people on my email domain in the subject line. One said "for [last name of incredibly obnoxious bankruptcy associate]." and I really wanted to send to everyone who'd ever met him.