And because I love you all so much, a second post on the same day!
I count myself as one of the Fuddys – I seem to relate more and more to Squidward than Spongebob . . .
Sorry about that . . . ending. Ah said I’m sorry. Ass said, I’m sorry. End middle school humour.
Is everything smarter than us? Then, we must very dumb indeed. Will movement even be necessary in the future as our every wish and whim is anticipated? Will our very thoughts spark off synapses that will interconnect with fibre optics that will bombard our brain pan with ads? This coincides well with my prediction that we will all just be amorphous clouds of gas in a few generations.
I am usually awakened by my wife’s iPad digging into my lower back, or a pair of headphone wires wrapped around my trachea. If the bed is such a poor place for screen time, why does it have to be so damned comfortable?