What about..boredoms – Scary! and it ain’t even Halloween, yet.
Process, for me, at least is everything..Attitude! it has to get the adrenaline flowing to get me engaged, fascinated (especially, a woman). s0
We grew up watching T-v. Then it went to computers, which, I can argue, qualifies us to be the greatest generation. Why? I’ll tell you why! because those other wimp’s never had to fight Howdy-doody and Bill Gates (that’s why). We fought ’em with one hand tied behind our back! standin’ on one foot, too..Toto! wut
THIS HAS BEEN A TEST..
T-v sucks the spark, of life! out of one, –’tis all passive exercises of imagination >emotion..imaginations, emotions, stirred by someone else’s labours, nothing gels, or indeed can. Basically we were programmed to sit and stare at the boob-tube..being programmed. Of course some of us had parents that spurred us to greater heights..than T-v! but in the end, T-v won. I think..so; therefor it won.
We – the greatest generation I like to think – chose our poison, whether it bees Milton Berle, or Ed Sullivan, –or Captain Kangaroo!
were handed our lunch, went to school..learned The Flag-Salute, our numbers, and George Washington chopped down the cherry-tree; and for a treat, they drug out the 16mm projector to show something scientific, Kilikety-klak! like why there’s communists; hand-writing cursive’s, cards, under those weird, hanging lamps with the planetary rings around the bulb for pleasant diffusion, hey! we do as-best-os we can.
Halloween every year they had a big fall festival to get ready for on Friday after school, big thing at night, ‘A’ side of all that May-pole, jazz! past Christmas, cusp of Easter..book-ends (lot fell through the cracks, since); with costumes, night play-ground, and cake-walks’ PA’s..and prizes! and a haunted house. It was good, all good; except next, they, the big they..THEM! made us sign a contract, in blood. That got us the computers. The day would come a scruffy gnome and call in the debt:
“NEW BABY! give her up or name that name..”
Name? he wants a name, oh! Oh my Gosh! he said it I can”t recall it! what was that name? just need a name. Oh! wait, what am I missing on T-v..
Gobbledegook..serendipitous..science! pernicious propaganda, —religious hog-wash!! Were we ever given the pass-word? the claim-check? Google it! Yes, my friend..GOOGLE
The old Uni-vacs, that got us to the moon and back –computers that took a whole warehouse? they worked great like huge electronic brains wired to tele-visions, nothing embedded..no ads! just questions submitted on punch-cards..they’d spin through all their data on reels of magnetic tape, like giant 8-Track’s, working..but super-fast! searching, to supply the demanded answer. Was it even there? Maybe the question was no good: That does not compute..
“DANGER! DANGER! WARNING! WILL ROBINSON..”
LOST IN SPACE, like the chinese, –now we’re going back! not centuries, but millenniums..The chinese, for long time, have had more than our western YES/NO tools for breaking it down..beyond arbitrary binary limitations..oppressions (QUOTE/UN-QUOTE). With them there is a third answer, a response, MU, –meaning, the question makes no sense, “YANKEE DOG!” Maybe that’s why they’re communists..and we’re not? Maybe it can be argued no question makes sense; then what follows? Hm? Okay. Maybe..try
(OK=MU..HM?=MU..MAYBE=(M)=MU..=WU-HU!), now we’re sciencing!
T-v never prepared us for this..and then we needs must go to college? mu? nwo, –U2?
RUMPELSTILTSKIN! >Blur-r-r-rghh!
Jesus saves!
Amen?
Scruffy's..Blurgh! 