Nevertheless email is rarely this exciting.
I suppose you can't tell who is going to like what, so not everyone would find this image alarming. Five year olds who haven't got burnt by sparklers would like it.
I'd like it.
My emails should arrive like this.
But basically the man is supposed to be you and me...and we are supposed to have techno-fear waiting to be calmed by the authoritative voice of the expert.
Meanwhile the 'cloud' (such a non threatening word- unlike swarm) must appeal to people who enjoy the illusion of their documents floating as a cloud of information wafting about in the tides of the 'Net, basking under the sun, high above the ocean of liquid blue...
This music is a lot like that:
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| http://thadanderson.bandcamp.com/album/standard-deviation |
That endless sussuration is a million million bits per second trying to fry the CPU and the fans endless spin to prevent the melt.
Nothing wrong with a lot of servers; just computers without faces or fingers. Like severed heads.
In the basement.
The music...
Is for a film.
Change of subject.
The last time I went to the doctors it was for a cervical smear. It was as horrible as always- yeah I know I'm meant to say that it's fine, but it isn't! I went because it makes sense. Cancer is one of those slow deaths best to avoid.
Whilst there I was offered a health MOT.
My diabetic daughter has a different view of the health service and tests. They both work for her as she is in need. I feel as if I'm doing the health service a favour when I go as I assume they get 'paid' for routine health screening services.
I look forwards to being forced into a conversation about 'my life style' if I ever go to the doctors again.
Other conversations of the same class contrived to 'help' someone like me:
The Jehovah's Witnesses- bless.
The person at the check-out asking me if I need help with my packing.
Language and interpersonal relationships reduced to a world of bots.
Change of subject.
The Bone Feast: LINK.
