Wednesday May 24th 2018Tim
Downloading a fix for Windows 10 which has chosen not to
speak to me or respond in anyway. Good chance the world
will end before this is accomplished. Which means this
could be farewell, because I'll not be replacing this
wretched machine. And I'll tell you why. Addiction. For
a long time now I've realized that I am addicted to the
technical device. "When do you cut Garlic Scapes?" The
answer is no longer a reach into memory or a book,
instead it's "look it up on Goggle!" "How old am I?"
"Look it up on Goggle!" "What's my address and social
security number again?" "Look it up on Goggle!" Nor
will I mention Facebook or Reddit or any of those other
contributions to the extinction of existence. Then bang!
It's all gone to some misconstrued code, there's a sense
of panic, there's pacing around, there's foot stamping,
and a good chance you'll develop a near terminal case of
hives as I did during an adverse reaction to an
extraordinarily rational attempt to give up smoking.
On the bright side, this could be a good chance to make
yet another effort to improve my social skills.
Following the realization that the conversational
remarks I have occasionally made in a social setting are
often greeted with alarm and confusion, I've
successfully reduced verbal communication to the
occasional grunt. I'd like to think I'm still quite good
at nodding politely even if I haven't actually practiced
nodding politely in the mirror, so who knows the
impression it leaves. It's also the case the hours I
spend avoiding Tics while in the company of Compost
Piles might not contribute to the understanding that
there are diverse opinions on the planet and my word is
not law. Not that anyone takes any notice down there in
the shade but it is possible that lack of response is a
Compost Pile's equivalent to a polite nod. Either way,
to quote the Tangerine, we'll see what happens.