I've tried to create nests on my “Smart phone” home screen which hold shortcuts to everything I do with my device in simple and easily understood order. Most are one word labels such as office, shop, network, tools, device, etc.
However, I have two nests with two and three word descriptors: “Dumb Shit* and “Shit to do”.
“Dumb Shit” contains shortcuts to apps which control erroneously dubbed “Smart Home Devices”. And by extension, “Smart Phones” are equally erroneous because when auto-correct argues with me about the usage between then and than, they simply aren't that fucking smart!
“Shit To Do” contains shortcuts to things like Igo, Mancala, Farkle, 80's arcade games, and shortcuts to online libraries of digital and actual books that I've bought over time.
I think there's some sort of point I'm attempting to make in this but simply can't put my finger on it.
It's revealing when the algorithms of predictive text can predict your next negative thought and phrase.
A desperate man will do just about anything he can to make any part of this divine cometragedy mean something.
And the world is full of ruthless, greedy, cruel, and self-interested people who will rob him of each and every precious moment that he has left.
Get used to it.
Every time I get a text, email, phone call, or even hear someone say to me, “I've got a deal for you”, I instantly know that it's going to cost me money that I just don't have.
I'm creating this blog because all social media has become a toxic breeding ground and is unsafe and unhealthy for anyone who uses them.
It's also a gathering place for radicalization and promotion of both domestic and worldwide terrorism. And media, news, government, and capitalism is promoting the propagation of its use for precisely these reasons. Some folks recognize it, most folks don't.
They always need and/or create a boogie man to promote fear and panic in order to isolate individuals and groups groups to whittle away at your moral, human, and legal rights. In fear, people are entirely too willing to give up those rights.
But I'm approaching my expiration date and really don't give a fuck if it pisses off the fascistic Oz's, or anyone else for that matter. I still need an outlet to scream into the wind of my pity towards all of humanity for your own collective self destructive tendencies.
I have an out date. The majority of the rest of you have a life sentence. So, I'm not messed up in the least about anyone who might come gunning for me. To a terminal patient, death and/or the gulag don't see anything as more than a temporary inconvenience.