I don’t wonder how much of the mental clutter we have in our lives is a result of this constant stream of unended stories in our mind, some of which will never reach a conclusion. The 8 book series we’ll never get around to reading, or the TV show cancelled after only 1 season...
Every story begins somewhere, even a story about telling stories. I hate to write something that ends with a bit of a cliffhanger and risks feeling too fluffy without any meat, but I have to get this out in order to move on. I hope you'll forgive me
Written back in Costa Rica, part of a continuation on musings regarding expectations. Amusingly enough, managing expectations is the one of these I still haven't posted yet.
You: A person in need of some extra Karma on a rapidly approaching day of rapture. Me: A person in need of cold hard cash... I think this whole rapture thing is going to work out for everybody.
Talking to ZoeOnAOL back when she was cool. Talking to yourself makes you crazy, what about talking to a non-sentient robot?
This picture doesn't have anything to do with the article. The article is about me fucking with chatbots. The picture is a grim look at our future.