I remember in The Mote in God’s Eye, when the little watchmakers are making a mess of things by constantly “fixing” them – the mechanical variation of what happens when a piece of software is altered to “improve” it (or fix it) and (especially if the fixers are not the original creators) the resulting software … Continue reading
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Fearlessly Feeble Friday: Don’t Mess With Us Old Folks
Most people (the decent ones, anyway) react with anger and disgust when they hear that some thug has beaten up (or done worse to) a senior citizen. We all look at those news reports, and place those people in an especially despicable class of cowardly, cruel predators. I believe we even have especially heavy sentencing … Continue reading
Meandering Monday about Making It Last
Everything breaks down. We have our cars worked on (if we try to stave off entropy), and the mechanic advices us to replace parts, that various components have reached their end of life. Of course, in today’s throw-away world, we’ve settled on the idea that it’s easier to replace the entire thing – out with … Continue reading
Faltering, Festive Friday: In My Prime
That’s right – today I’m a birthday boy! At each age that I live through, I try to think of something significant about the number (not the age.) 52 is a FULL DECK of cards (like I operate with one.) 55 was my favorite because I kept hearing it like Sammy Hagar singing “I. Can’t. … Continue reading
Meandering Monday about Signs of Mortality
I still think I’m immortal – at least compared to some. Still… This weekend I took the outside Christmas decorations down and in (our tree will stay up in the house for another couple of weeks, because that’s the way we like it.) I didn’t have to climb on the roof like I did when … Continue reading
Meandering Monday about the Fountain of Youth (it’s all in your head)
I remember – back when I was still acting – getting myself drunk on a can of Coca-Cola. I wanted to see what it would be like to be drunk, and I needed something to drink to help simulate/stimulate the process. I actually became drunk – unable to walk (or stand) straight, and it took … Continue reading
Fatalistic Friday: Where Are You In Your Story?
I heard a co-worker ask herself “Where have the years gone?”, and I told her it wasn’t time to think that way (she’s only twenty-five) – I’m not sure I can remember when I was twenty-five (that’s not entirely accurate – that’s the age I married at, so there are definitely things that I remember … Continue reading
