I really hope someone’s got a plan.
Word: Gardyloo – warning cry
Angry strangers
A woman on the tube today had a high vis vest on, she wasn’t acting oddly at all, just standing by the window at the end of the carriage looking out so that her back was turned towards me. Written in huge letters across the back of the high vis was
I’m straight, get it? Yes, I’m a woman and an engineer so keep your prejudices to yourself. Even in a high vis I’m straight.
Then on the front
Straight hetero engineer
I’m undecided what I think of this. On the one hand I’m sympathetic to the hassle women get for working in what are traditionally men’s roles, because I’ve had plenty over the years. It isn’t upsetting, but it’s irritating and it wears you down. On the other, writing it in huge letters on your clothes is somewhat stroppy and attention seeking, since 99% of people wouldn’t give a crap either way, and the only reason people were staring at her was because they were trying to work out what her high-vis said. On the other hand (I have three hands now) what’s the stress about being gay or straight? Does it matter if someone assumes she’s gay? On the other hand (now I have four hands, I’m a mutant!) I don’t know the circumstances surrounding this, maybe she didn’t even write the words herself.
Any other hands people can help me with?
Word of the day: paralipsis – fixing attention subject by pretending to neglect it
More AI rules for life
“Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.”
― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Word of the day: Galeanthropy – belief that one is a cat
Today I saw a kestrel. That’s it.
Walk never-ending
“Well you know what they say, put five hundred monkeys in a room and they’ll come up with Shakespeare”
The guy chatting to his friend on the train, I don’t think he thought this one through
There’s a young man who lives down my road. I often see him on my way into work and one my walk home. On the odd occasion I’ve been walking that bit of road in the middle of the day, I’ve seen him then too. He walks with his head hung low, slowly plodding one foot then the other, up and down towards the station and back again. I figure he must live in the halfway house on my road and they kick him out during the day. I always want to talk to him because it seems like a lonely life, but since he’s staring down at the floor I can’t catch his eye.
Anyway, today he was sitting in front of a house, in the driveway, on his knees, facing the building. His head hung low as always. Just kneeling there, long enough for me to walk up the road and past him without moving. It was worrying.
Word of the day – Eremiomania – abnormal interest in stillness
Inspirate!
Artificial Inspiration is harsh today. Tough love.
Word of the day: thumomancy – divination by means of one’s own soul
‘But what if you woke and all the flowers had shrivelled from the earth? What then?’
The Tale of the Rollocking Waste
United in doom!
Does anyone think of themselves as a normie? I appreciate there are degrees of oddness, but surely we’re all a least bit strange.
“Since the dawn of time, man has yearned to destroy the sun”
Mr Burns – The Simpsons
Word of the day: teratology – study of monsters, freaks, abnormal growths or malformations
Artificial Inspiration glimpse of the future
Whenever I find myself floundering and unsure an AI generated piece of wisdom provides the pick-me-up I need. Now I can open my mind to welcome my simian malevolence, for enlightenment takes many forms.
“In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.”
– Miguel de Cervantes
Word of the day: Demonosopher – one who is inspired by a demon or devil
A.I. believes in me after all!
Note: I’m taking that as a literal huge pig, and not a reference to my love of all foodstuffs fatty or sweet.
I was fairly sure it was Thursday today, all day my brain kept assuring me It’s Thursday, definitely not Monday, even though that would mean that three days had vanished. Could this be the time portal?
“I dwell in possibility…”
Emily Dickinson
Word of the day: Brobdingnagian – immense
Artificial Inspiration knows me too well
When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That’s about all you can do. – Leonard Cohen
Word of the day: plankwise – in the manner or direction of a plank
Artificial Inspiration is on your side
Word of the day: Chirospasm – writer’s cramp
Her face was lined like a patchwork of meandering rivers strung together over a bed of waffles.
Don Stacom from It Was a Dark and Stormy Night – book of bad first lines.
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