It’s a tough city to drive in in any case.

I also don’t hear any, and neither does Fran Drescher have one? I mean my ears were ringing too much from all the fapping to notice it on The Nanny.

Well, if you want a real mind-fuck in a 1970s style of sci-fi, track down William Hjortsberg’s Gray Matters.

It’s like ICQ

Fuck yeah. Nothing’s more tiresome and stultifying than the whole work routine. That’s time you’re never getting back.

The whole idea of retiring at 65 after you’ve been squeezed like an orange that’s been sent twice into the press, just to “enjoy” your failing body, failing senses, failing brain in your twilight years is absurd.

If you can retire at 30, hell yes do it.

Until The Machine Stops, I guess.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Machine_Stops

Barely.

Ah the good old Futurological Congress by Lem. Read it, the movie is a mess.

How about the Twilight Zone episode:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_After_Hours

Ah, like Russia is supposed to be.

He’s a fake human, he always looks like the firmware update didn’t take.

You’ve ruined my weekend.

No, there’s no scientific backing to really confidently say that no two fingerprints are alike. That doesn’t change that we can identify them and match them.

If you observe that fingerprints can be matched, that’s all you need to know.

Now lie detectors don’t work at all…

🤨 Not today. It’s Friday. Must … remain … calm…

Not possible. Handsome man. Beautiful family.

It’s everywhere, like apostrophes in possessive pronouns.

But he spoke well and smiled a lot, especially when fake-drinking that Flint water. What a hero.

Or fingerprints, or lie detectors…

LOL indeed, I love mid-century curlicues and graphical flourishes like that.

Well I continue to observe the same thing, fewer tech finds, fewer media finds. The CDs, DVDs, and BluRays are diminishing and occupying a smaller space, the tech stuff is not terribly interesting, but lots of clothes, boots, and shoes. And that’s across the board in the various stores.