Some how me and this Japanese girl got to be friends on Instagram. I’ll like one of her photos and she’ll like one of mine, etc-ry. I never know what she’s saying or what she’s eating though. I assume this critter here is a shrimp.
In related culinarily news… we’re at Doughocracy in downtown Geneva right now having pizza.
If you’ve never been to Doughocracy and are hungry, you’re welcome.
The website, the magazine, the podcast… all happens right here now.
That table top is of the same kin as the dining room table door. I got one more in the garage if anybody wants one.
The legs are Amazon saw horses because I wasn’t feeling as rambunctious this time around. And the barstools are from Amazon, too. I got them because they’re height adjustable, they swivel, and have a footrest. I did need to order cushions because they were kinda firm to begin with.
There’s this saying, “better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and to remove all doubt.”
Sources have various versions, from Mark Twain to Abe Lincoln to that pesky critter King James.
Anyways, who said it first and how they said it is irrelevant. It’s good. Me not chiming in with my ignorance makes the world a better place. There’s too much noise and bullshit out there already.
So this is easy for me to remember because I come out looking like a winner when I stay silent. Instead of talking and looking like a boob.
However, there are two more related truths that are a smidge trickier for me.
See, along the same line as King Twain Lincoln it’s just as good for me to not feed the trolls. Keep quiet when someone else is raging in my direction. Not throw counter punches in fights I cannot win. It’s better for everybody involved if I just let the troll run out of gas or just move along.
Ya, sometimes I follow them down the rabbit hole because my emotions take over and I think they’re full of shit. I’ll try to force them to see how they’re wrong and then get them to apologize. Or I’ll try to force them to listen to reason so they won’t be upset or whatever.
None of that’s ever gonna happen.
But what will happen when I don’t retaliate is that said trolls can sit in their own shit. Take their medal home and wear it with pride. Revel in the prestige of being an asshole. They’ll most likely know it, too. Unless they’re a real boob. Just don’t count on the troll backing down. Because chances are good they won’t.
Anyways, when I’m up in arms the last thing I wanna do is listen to somebody else tell me that I’m doing it wrong. If I’m doing it “right” I’ll let other people be wrong as well. Including the trolls. I don’t need to engage in every atrocity.
And then there’s the times when I’m the troll. I open my mouth when I shouldn’t. That’s not good.
I’m never mean-spirited on purpose but people who don’t know me don’t know that. I need to exercise caution more often than not. I won’t go wrong with err’ing on the side of hesitation.
Really, at the end of the day me not putting my gear in mouth is the generally right thing to do.
When in doubt consult a spiritual advisor.
PS– I’m not preaching to you. I’m preaching to me. Because I’m really not that cool.
PS2– When recording the audio I transposed gear and mouth. So I changed it every where.
PS3- Ya, I said tomorrow’s date in the audio. Because today really should be Thursday.
PS4- And also in the audio version beloved listeners can hear me snap my fingers at the cats. Because I’m good like that.
I watched Blade Runner for the first time this week. Since I have apparently been living in a cave for the past few decades, I thought that Blade Runner was kind of like Tron but with more Harrison Ford, and less neon, and maybe a few more tricky questions about What Is The Nature Of Man.
That is the movie I was expecting.
That is not the movie I saw.
I mostly enjoyed this writeup from a person who’d never see Blade Runner. Mostly.
You should go read what Sarah Gailey wrote before reading what I wrote below.
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So what I didn’t like is how she used the words human and murder. Over and over again. To drill home how cruel Deckard’s character was. How almost inhumane and devoid of caring after shooting Pris in the back. The author all but begged for me to feel my own empathy for the “slaves.”
But the thing is they weren’t slaves. Not in the human sense anyway. They were robots who lived beyond their slated life span and came to Earth after an off-world bloodbath. These guys were far more dangerous than your average Jetson Rosie. All the Nexus 6s that Deckard needed to retire were combat models. More or less.
Watch them in the movie. They’re not fragile and frail slaves just wanting to escape the plantation and “live.” They’ll snap you in two. Without skipping a beat.
I did enjoy the article though, very well written. And it also made me wonder when artificial life begins to have its own rights.