two three of you know, I haven’t been blogging on my blog at all, which is bad. Anyways, welcome back to my blog. Blog blog blog, blog blog blog blog blog blog.
I enjoy writing, in many forms. For blog posts, it’s far too infrequent. I know myself enough to be aware that I can’t just order myself to write more. It won’t happen.
There has to be some incentive, or goal, or twist. The rules I came up with are:
- I will write each post from the perspective of me writing to someone in the future, a post-IOT future, in which many of the predictions of dystopia, economic anarchy, and cyber-feudalism reign.
- I will try to keep it short. I have this tendency – in most areas of my life – to turn projects into This Big Thing.Contemporary examples: I create a small tool to automatically update all repos in a dir. Done? Nah, let’s abstract it for general-use, build some options, account for different versions of git, explore porcelain and other plumbing stuff in git way more than I should for the scope of this project…
I’m not going to post daily. Assigning an arbitrary minimum-frequency goal sets me up for failure.
I don’t need another daily emotional blackmail and self-loathing trigger – I already have physical fitness stuff for that.
Is this one of those posts?
Yes it is. The Actual Post starts below:
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Working title: “Mildly-amusing anecdotes about Mondays, also we all live in a waking nightmare.”
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I love this part of week. Monday mornings.1
The infinite, silent scream of ten million people opening a billion Slack channels 2.
I imagine the hushed politeness of commuters, hazily praying for a journey of solitude, in which no one asks them the time, demands conversation, or makes eye contact 3.
The quiet sorrow and eventual surrender the day after a mass-shooting in The United States 4.
And of course, caffeine! Who doesn’t love a strong jolt of coffee on a Monday morning? Boy howdy! I sure do 5.
Thank you for reading my blog post, good luck out there.
Do you still use the Gregorian calendar? A “week” was seven cycles of the light orb in the sky (you may call it “life giver” or “sol”).↩
“Slack” was a popular application used for team communication in my time. The primary means of data input is the same as the format I’m using here to communicate with you. I know you likely communicate using more efficient means; something I’d likely term telepathy today – but humor me here. ↩
So, there was a time when the majority of functions likely given to androids in your time were done by humans. I guess androids are an assumption. Do you have robot sex slaves yet? I am trying to convert something called “Furby” into one.↩
This is a comment about something bad that happened to us recently. Search your neural-net for “worst shooting gun reform pre-CyberWar USA” The United States of America, my home, may not be around in your time. Do you still have nation-states? We were a super-power, which is a special title you get when you murder and marginalize the poor in favor of cheap consumer goods. ↩
No one in my life today knows this, but I have trouble relating to most domestic concerns – almost an aversion. I hear phrases like “Golly, it sure is sunny today!” as “Please kill me! Every day is a cycle of shame and numb compliance to a world of endless, horrifying chaos!” These phrases, just as if I were speaking it in person, are an attempt to relate to the variety of two-dimensional interactions so common in our culture today. I’m trying to lighten-up, though.↩