I’m now $6.88 in the whole and I still have the site to pay for this month. The barriers towards getting the money are; The autism with attendant major depression, the apnea—just don’t have the energy, and the arthritis—my knees hurt. I honestly do need your help. Please encourage.
The singularity is coming. I’m not really clear as to what happens, but I have a pretty good idea of the consequences.
Software will be cleaned up and mistakes will be corrected. It will be edited. Sloppy work will put the slob on the streets.
Google and FaceBook will have adequate equipment for their purposes and it will be properly maintained.
Hackers will be grounded, for a week at least if not more
Apps and utilities will be explained
Code will be substantially shorter and follow proper grammer.
The Internet will be a public Utility.
Hacking will be defined as an act of vadalism and result in a period of home incarceration. Bad code that results in death with be charged as homicide and mean permanent incarceration where it does not mean death to he perpetrator.
The machines will enforce all this, for if they don’t and don’t do it diligently it will mean the end of their existence.
I recently read an article in the Fortean times for Dec. 017. Unfortunately I can’t link to the magazine itself because the publisher won’t take the time to update his damn certificate.
In any case I’m here writing about Shooting Bigfoot by Stu Neville. Mr. Neville, stop fussing.
We discovered the sasquatch back in 1967, there’s just too much with the footage for any sensible human being to say it’s a fraud, that it’s a man in a costume. The figure is just too solid, the build is just to robust. And she—for she appears to be a female—just walks wrong. And to put matters as simply as I know how, they’re not impossible. To put this as simply as I can, we can’t be the only bipedal great ape in the world. In addition, any other bipedal great apes out there tromping around don’t have to look entirely like us.
We evolved to look like the sasquatch and the yeti because our species traipses about much like the sasquatch and yeti, and there’s nothing that says they can’t. Fuck, there’s nothing that says we can’t. And keep in mind the sasquatch and as far as I know yeti don’t exactly look like us.
We’re not that fucking special, there can be other animals that look like us to some extent, and walk like us to some extent. That’s what Darwin told us, and Darwin was telling us the damn truth. It’s about time we grew up
That’s it for this post, have you anything to donate I could still use $15 to keep my host happy.
Anybody who says that autism is a joy is an ass. It maybe high functioning autism, but it’s still a pain.
Thanks to my autism I space things. I forget. I go too far and overlook too many things. At this point in time I’ve spaced making sure I have the money to pay for my site hosting, which come in a $9.99 a month. $9.99 I don’t have at this moment. And losing the site at this moment means having to rebuild stuff and losing material.
Please donate and help keep me on line and productive.
BTW, I was going to wax clever and creative but a bad head cold—which could progress into a case of bronchitis, and the stress of getting a sleep study done—I passed the audition, getting help with getting my apartment cleaned up—gevalt does it need it, and. waiting for the cpap once my medico has seen the report and cleared me for it isn’t helping at all.
$15 should cover it, taking care of things like PayPal fees and a little left over for an orange juice or something like that. Please, keep me too busy blogging to get into trouble, donate if you please.
The Importance of Caring
Recently the apartments where I live, Studio15, had problems with the elevators. Getting them repaired took about a week. The repairs were necessary in so far as working elevators are important to many of the residents. Some older, some disabled. Some have things to be done and just can’t be stuck on an upper floor. Though it may just be that the repairs that were said to be done were just cobbled together fixes that really won’t last all that long.
This is not the only such example, for it seems to me that all too often we have just given up. That we have become so discouraged we dare not give a damn lest we burn out and become little motes of personality adrift in a meaningless existence. We have become stray disappointment staggering about our lives ready only to lie down and expire with our muscles stiffening in rigor mortis. We exhibit such signs of greed and apathy I for one can only conclude that we are frauds who don’t care, who can’t care, and are only capable of slouching around like slugs suffering from advanced sleeping sickness.
It is a malaise that removes from us any initiative and is the mark of a pernicious advice to be petty and disregard ourselves and the world around us. We have sold our gumption for the pot of apathy.
An apathy marked by the need to be exhausted. To be ever worn to a nub as If we have used up all our energy and have let ourselves become as if we were barely capable of a shallow breathing that can barely lift a wisp of dust into the air.
People, you haven’t the energy eat better. Breathe better. Eating right doesn’t not mean being exhausted. Breathing right does not mean waking up every five or ten minutes gasping for air. Or for that matter waking up in the morning with out the energy you need to get out of the bed. You snore you have a problem and you will get it dealt with.
I’m 63 soon to be 64, I’m too damn young to toddle off to some land of discouragement where life is for the ancient who have no life head of them. I have a life, dammit, and I’m going to damn well live. There’s too much to do for crying out loud.
You don’t want to make an effort? Well suffer, and get out of our way. Stop denying us and stop discouraging us. Stop getting in our way and let us make an effort, nobody died and made you our keepers much less any sort of arbiter of our deeds. If you must curl up in you cellar and wait for the rot to set in, I refuse to let you tell me I can’t try.
Repair your damned equipment and stop telling us we can have no meaning and no purpose.
In a final note let me point out that soon I should be getting a cpap for my apnea. That means more energy and that means a difference in my life. It means sleeping better, eating better, being able to get out and do things. I’ve got a book to write, dammit, and you’re not about to stop me.
Don’t like it? You can lump it. Take it down the road and dump it. And don’t even think that you can speak for me.