This may hit a little too close to home. Sorry. I feel your pain. My computer is jealous of the cameras - and I can tell she wants to push the lenses off the shelf.
Ah, the simple joy of taking something apart and - well, that's it. I need an undo-command. Or a real-life "Watson" that puts things back together for me.
My simple test for the perfect soul mate - is this funny? An aggressive "WTF is wrong with you" smirk is also an acceptable response.
I have resigned myself to the metaphorical reality that my parachute is not going to open. The only question is, should I at least try to enjoy the grotesquely mesmerizing introspective view on the way down. (Me - Pandora's Box)
My 2020? Stopped watching movies, Netflix and TV. Then quit social media. I'm a crisis away from abandoning civilization and either riding the rails as a luddite hobo or hiding in a well-appointed hermit cave.
I think I recently suffered a horrific accusation. At first, I was deeply offended. But then? I was weirdly amused. Why? Because it meant I was right for once. (Or I've completely lost it. Either way. I'm good.)
I make recurring character cartoons in bunches. But I limit them to one post per week. And then I forget I made them. I want an anti-social VR bubble - no more tiny pangs of guilt from ignoring people!
Eventually quantum entanglement will become a reality. And with it unlimited and instantaneous communication. We can barely handle social media. How will we survive our raw thoughts and emotions?
I am old. In my first few jobs I used analog punchclocks. There is nothing like the awareness of life being measured in 6 minute intervals. Note: if you've never enjoyed the experience - that is 1/10 of an hour.
This was not a good idea. Because I made myself sad. Just how many of us are still alive that played this when it was first released? I probably should go ahead and put the other foot in now.
The Explorer's trip through prehistoric gaming continues. My first computer was a 64k Tandy Color Computer 2. Which I still have. And still works. So ... does ANYONE want to hear another weird "poetic" animation?
First: No - not my thing. Second: I am disturbed - I am giving away for free what will clearly become a billion dollar idea. Third: I honestly can't tell anymore - insanity, coincidence, or ... a very busy day?
Something that has always bothered me about 2001: A Space Odyssey? Yes, HAL has the Asimov's Laws conflict - at least on the way there. But it is really Dave's actions that kill Frank, the three crew, HAL ... and himself.
I think "brain termites" might be a practical solution for curing my stupidity. Although. If they got free? Well, would anybody notice a difference? Given humanity's present state. Probably ... not.
It's Silly Sunday! With a rare surname, I have it easy when it comes to social media, skype, blah, blah, blah. A boring first initial and last name. Or my email. So. I'm not hard to find. Unlike any John Smiths born in 2022.
This would be a very interesting "re-re-re-edit". Anyway. As humans, were we "programmed" this way? Or - at some point - did we break our "programming"? I think I developed my own moral and ethical beliefs. But did I?
I was "addicted" to SimCity in college. Yes. The original. Much to the annoyance of my roommate - since I was using his computer - a shiny new i486. Bob was a Physics major and it was the golden age of TNG. We got along fine.
More Phun! And Physics! Yes, I know JWST is blocked from seeing the inner planets. Anyway. Not much longer and the phailure can end. Maybe humanity will, too? At least a world without people ... is a world without suffering!
Saying I'm a "picky eater" is an understatement. But. Except for the fish thing and vegetables - it's less hate and more "meh". Basically my diet is cluck or gobble. Sometimes oink. And cheese. So. Half moo?
Silly Sunday? No. True story! I took photos. These geese were on the roof of Kohl’s in Mentor. Their pond was obliterated in the late 90s. Sidenote: the mom and dad goose that spend summers with me returned last week.