Naw, I ain’t krazzee

More like, what if,,, and then,,, and we,,,

The closer the 8th gets here, the more my ootooob feeds fill with this malarky about eclipses and end world and OMGweallgonnadieeeeeiiiiii!!!!!  

or something like that.  

Doesn’t help that I have a lot of metaphysical strings in my search history,  I like wierd science, but do try to avoid the ‘woo-woo’ freaky-deaky crystal worshipping types,,,, (learned a lot about that crap from Exwife/incubator of Daughter.)

What’s more disturbing??? How whatever I type out, here, in texts to friends, or in my writing programs, somehow finds its ways into my ‘feeds’ and suggested ads to me,   I mentioned some obscure tool to another welder friend and blammo!!!! the next day it was there on my Zon suggested products,,,

There is growing concern in small circles about how the internet (in general) and advertising AI (it ain’t, its a specialized series of programs/algrorithms) are actually causing more psychologic harm, and how the whole design of non-physical interaction is acting like a petri dish to grow narcissism.   It started by attracting the narcissist, and because the ‘likes/dislikes’ thing drives it, encourages that growth in others.

I believe it was here that I said ‘tiktok is creating a generation of short attentionspan drones for TPTwB’.   Imagine a social media platform that ONLY uses 10 second blurbs and what you end up with is a group of people that demand you boil your point down to that 10 seconds or they will find someone that can.    

Sorry, life doesn’t work like that,,, Its either over with in the blink of an eye or takes hours days weeks months years to reach fruition.   Future planning especially, like preparing for buying a home or retirement plans,,, things must be built over time, and not in ten second blurbs of interest,,,

Even I have felt that ‘get on with it’ in longer vids on other platforms,,, and I don’t use the tickitytock platform (other than something someone wants me to see thats funny,,, but on their device,,, I won’t load that app,,,)  Some of that is just the nature of the beast in the internet.   We get antsy when we have to dig through virtual reams of paper to find ‘the point’.   If I had been so impatient as a teen, my research papers would never have reached completion,,,,  (lord, the kids today have NO IDEA what tortures we endured for researching ANYTHING,,,,  card catalogs, microfiche machines to scroll through YEARS of newspaper clippings,,,, and the need to document the search so peers could review your efforts and make sure you weren’t gaslighting/ contextually editing for your benefit.)

Data bases are our research platforms now, and the process is aided or impeded by how decent the programmer is.  I have never built a database, but my EX did and I learned quite a bit about why I am not the sort built for that area of I.T.   I am way to intuitive, not process oriented; the get-r-dun sort, not make sure all the bells and whistles function first.   Any database I built would have serious kludge factor involved: sorta like my brain is organized,,,,   “now where did we put that? Oh yeah,,, right next to ‘Barbara’ and “Chemistry 101; first quarter”   “   No rhyme nor reason but it works for me (and you are likely much the same if you aren’t an IT professional.  Or some other profession that demand insane levels of organization.)

At least now, we get to wade through small mountains of Shit to glean the nuggets of truth, where before, we had to accept what we found as truth first and formost.

Read that article,,, that we have hit the lowest of the lowest spots in TRUST of  our institutions, leadership, governance, hell, even our medico’s in many instances, we are going to be feeling a little lost in the weeds.   At least most of us that are GenX are used to that feeling of independence, even if that independence was built on certain trusts being immalleable.  

Now we just have to strive for a future of OUR CHOOSING,,,  and hope the current Powers don’t finally get that nuclear holocaust they seemingly desire.

keep on livin’