I was gonna write something, but everything's moving too fast. Too much to do, too many meetings, too many obligations. Everything's busted and there's no one place to start. More coffee replaces sleep, more nicotene replaces brains, more PILLS to replace what's left of my nerves.
Did Admiral Halsey ever have days months like this? The Japanese running riot all over everything, half the navy at the bottom of the harbor, congress jogging his elbow every 10 seconds, and the press writing about the whole thing as if it was EASY and ANYONE COULD DO IT.
Now, this isn't exactly world war II, mind you...It would be easier in some ways if it WAS. I could just SHOOT my problems, and if I got shot, at least I'd be at rest.
We need a new kind of computer, I think. Some kind of PLC that tells us when WE are about to blow a fuse...As Kipling said, we know at what force a bolt will shear, but we have no tables for when a PERSON will sheer. Pretty sure that was in The Hymn of the Breaking Strain. Amazing what you can remember when your transmission goes out. The brain runs and runs, but nothing productive happens.
I'm not trying to bitch here, I'm just trying to get some sleep. Some day.
Anyway, that's why I can't write anymore.
I suspect within 5 years there will be a primitive app that prompts you to sleep/rest/go the fuck home/etc
I further suspect that in the next 50 years phones will be actual medical diagnostic devices used by employers and employees alike to fuck with each other.
"I have to go home, my phone says I have a headache"
That's a phrase of the future and I'll bet a testicle. If I'm wrong I doubt I'd really miss it at that point.
Quote from: Junkenstein on January 09, 2013, 06:42:01 PM
I suspect within 5 years there will be a primitive app that prompts you to sleep/rest/go the fuck home/etc
We used to have that. It was called a "clock". Now the clock doesn't function right. It still marks the hours, but it marks the hours without having any effect. The hours march by, you're still at work or staring at the ceiling all night or whatever the hell else there is to do.
And I suspect the app of the future tells your BOSS if you
really have a headache, or if you're just trying to get 30 minutes to yourself. You can't call in sick, because your MediApp™ rats you out if you try.
That was the old clock. The clock of the FUTURE will tell you where you need to be, and what you need to be doing every damn second.
Initiative will be a thing of the past! Look forward to never having to think about what to do, or even what you like!
Why think when you can be TOLD?
Oh shit this thing is going to sell billions
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 09, 2013, 06:45:47 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on January 09, 2013, 06:42:01 PM
I suspect within 5 years there will be a primitive app that prompts you to sleep/rest/go the fuck home/etc
We used to have that. It was called a "clock". Now the clock doesn't function right. It still marks the hours, but it marks the hours without having any effect. The hours march by, you're still at work or staring at the ceiling all night or whatever the hell else there is to do.
And I suspect the app of the future tells your BOSS if you really have a headache, or if you're just trying to get 30 minutes to yourself. You can't call in sick, because your MediApp™ rats you out if you try.
There's a riff in there, somewhere. The Clock was subsumed by the Spiders. Now is spins around, meaninglessly, as the strands creep from your desk, your blackberry, your work-from-home initiatives...
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 09, 2013, 07:51:18 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 09, 2013, 06:45:47 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on January 09, 2013, 06:42:01 PM
I suspect within 5 years there will be a primitive app that prompts you to sleep/rest/go the fuck home/etc
We used to have that. It was called a "clock". Now the clock doesn't function right. It still marks the hours, but it marks the hours without having any effect. The hours march by, you're still at work or staring at the ceiling all night or whatever the hell else there is to do.
And I suspect the app of the future tells your BOSS if you really have a headache, or if you're just trying to get 30 minutes to yourself. You can't call in sick, because your MediApp™ rats you out if you try.
There's a riff in there, somewhere. The Clock was subsumed by the Spiders. Now is spins around, meaninglessly, as the strands creep from your desk, your blackberry, your work-from-home initiatives...
The Clock is innocent of wrongdoing, in the same manner that the bulldozers that buried all those thousands of dead Jews in Poland were innocent. The Clock is just doing it's job, spinning endlessly and without rest, just as the slaves that used to rely on it spin without rest.
The phrase "clockwatching" is meaningless now, because there's nothing to look at. Little hands, big hands, there's no point to it. Numbers have no signifigance anymore. The only truths are eat when the sky gets dark, eat when the sky gets light again. At your desk.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 09, 2013, 07:56:47 PM
The phrase "clockwatching" is meaningless now, because there's nothing to look at. Little hands, big hands, there's no point to it. Numbers have no signifigance anymore. The only truths are eat when the sky gets dark, eat when the sky gets light again. At your desk.
But do you
really need to know what time it is?
(More on this later. MEETING TIME!)
TGRR,
Apparently DOES need to know what time it is.
I just do what the Lotus pop-up notifications tell me to do.
Incidentally, have you noticed how insidious the name for that email/calendar client is?
Oh! Lotuseaters! I hadn't thought of that.
Come to think of it, i don't know this email/calendar client.
My brain is weird.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 09, 2013, 07:56:47 PM
The phrase "clockwatching" is meaningless now, because there's nothing to look at. Little hands, big hands, there's no point to it. Numbers have no signifigance anymore. The only truths are eat when the sky gets dark, eat when the sky gets light again. At your desk.
If you're not in some windowless office that looks like a walk-in closet.
They've had smart houses for awhile. The countertops scream "BACTERIA! BACTERIA!" so you'll clean and the bathroom floor tells you you're turning into a fat fuck.
No smart
anything is going to tell people to rest.
What about the smart bed?
Quote from: Junkenstein on January 10, 2013, 08:03:02 PM
What about the smart bed?
They haven't taught it to talk. Yet. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfHWzMmKq2E
Make it do that automatically when I'm cold and in the bed and I'd buy it.
Fucking COLD here.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 09, 2013, 07:57:43 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 09, 2013, 07:56:47 PM
The phrase "clockwatching" is meaningless now, because there's nothing to look at. Little hands, big hands, there's no point to it. Numbers have no signifigance anymore. The only truths are eat when the sky gets dark, eat when the sky gets light again. At your desk.
But do you really need to know what time it is?
(More on this later. MEETING TIME!)
TGRR,
Apparently DOES need to know what time it is.
It occurs to me that nobody WANTS to know what time it is. There's a reason for that.
There's also an edge of panic* to the question.
*-Panic level varies according to how much you give a shit.
Tell me something that isn't edged with panic today.
Everyone's scared shitless, and most of them have no idea why.
Don wasn't afraid, but they taught him fear. It occurs to me that I am becoming incredibly bitter about the events at work last week.
I think I feel a rant coming on.
I wish I could.
As for why, it's probably THEM. Again.
Or it could be THAT.
No actual nouns, just the idea they're there.