Become A Robot
by Will
In an effort to keep the Hines coffers flush with cash, I’ve picked up a bunch of computer programming free-lance work lately, and contrary to my work habits sometimes — I’ve been plugging away at it. I’m trying to decrease turnaround time and crank through as much stuff as I can. But that means I’m sitting in front of my computer for fairly long days, most days. And, as always happens when I adopt such a lifestyle — I have become a robot. My nervous system has merged with my computer and I am now, as they say in the William Gibson novel Neuromancer, “jacked in” to the internet and can no longer remember what my physical body feels like.
I have two computers. My personal worst moments are when I check my email on one, then walk across the apartment to go to the bathroom and stop at the second computer to check my email again.
I’m categorizing this one under books because I mentioned a book. I have only one previous entry there and I’m embarrassed by that.
I’m currently reading Fever Pitch and a collection of Supreme comics by Alan Moore. There, that’s two more books. Now I can categorize this there without guilt.
Comments
More cats!
Hah! Forget it! I will drive all of you away with my insistent chat about topics as boring as computers and how much water I am drinking! If you’re wondering, I’ve drank a lot of water recently. Would Bridget Jones Diary have been more or less funny if instead of beginning each entry with her weight and number of cigarettes smoked it had simply relayed how much water she had drank? Or would it have been more or less funny if she had spent the entire book simply discussing the habits of her cats?
meow!
I wish Bridget Jones’ Diary was written by a cat. Or two cats.