Dear Flo,
Are you connecting those cute little boxes, that Progressive uses to “improve” my insurance rate, to one of these, too? Will it record when and where I wreck into Mayhem like me?
Signed,
Lost with a GPS unit under my car
I’ll leave it up to you to connect the dots:
When you need an excuse, any excuse will do.
I have friends who embrace social media, sharing every intimate detail of their lives, and those who won’t even own a mobile phone or fly, for fear they’re being tracked.
I don’t fear anything. Well, not much…the venomous spider hiding in the woodpile on the evening I’m too cold and careless to look while carrying cellulose fuel into the house on a below-freezing day, for instance.
As far as social media goes, I’m of the opinion that I want social media providers to clearly state how my data is used so I sympathise with this guy.
However, I “mine” my friends’ social media information myself, putting their data into the supercomputer for tests and experiments on potential new formulae to apply universally across subculture manipulation subroutines.
In other words, the more social media data I gather, the more I can monitor how social media providers are influencing the same subcultures I’m experimenting with, including employees of the social media providers.
It’s what the Book of the Future showed me – put ideas in employees of companies/governments you want to control and it doesn’t matter what they think they have hidden from you.
Even of feeding my paranoid readers.
Time to feed myself and then turn to nature for some casual observations and perhaps create a new home “movie”.
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Thanks to Mary Vaughn for the lovely organ/piano music on Sunday – the choir she accompanied performed superbly, too.
UPDATE: In a previous post, a sentence should have begun with “To ensure your future existence,”.
Apologies to readers looking for the next chapter from the Book of the Future.
Creating a little me time to remember who I am before I’m completely forgotten…
Ever since about age 5, I’ve seen the world from a sarcastic/cynical/satirical perspective, in total awe of those who take their lives so darn seriously.
When I get bored, I analyse myself for entertainment.
The distribution of resources – raw, processed, assembled, manufactured – is never perfectly smooth.
Would you say Jericho was brought down by an earthquake and local tribes, looking to expand, entered the city, claiming manifest destiny rather than eminent domain?
Is it anyone’s fault if resources are instantly available to those who are willing to take full advantage of the situation?
Imagine building an atomic weapon that’s encased inside a wormlike device.
You’re hired to drill oil wells for the local tribe.
To ensure your future, you drill the wells but send atomic worms to the bottom of the well and let them “eat” their way into strategic locations deep underground.
One day, when the local tribe decides it’s had enough of you, it sends you away and takes over the resources for itself.
You remotely trigger an atomic worm to detonate, poisoning the oil and causing earthquakes throughout the region.
Word spreads.
Local tribes don’t interfere with your desire to “share” their tribal oil with you.
The same for water, the elixir of life.
The list goes on and on.
You toucha my resources, I breaka your fingers.
From thermostat redesign to atomic worms, one person, whose thoughts idle, makes a difference.
Or, when elites have immunity from the law of the land, anarchy is not far behind.
Best be invisible and rule the world, nudging the people ever so slightly in order to accomplish goals that take millennia.
The year 3011 is not that far away.
Next goal: 14072 days to go.
Last thought for the day: If I don’t give protection for my local financial institutes to fund my economy, and they fail, will foreign financial institutes take over? Who’ll be the figurehead leaders, then? Who will really control the global economy? And how will I get the resources I need to send life off this planet? See where this is going, don’t you? Read about it in the next free chapter from the Book of the Future, written by you every day…
Do you value:
I don’t know much about what’s going on today – people eat, live and die, for all I know.
The Vatican is probably providing more details about putting ethics about into global finance/commerce.
And a friend of mine is excited about receiving word his patent application has been approved.
Meanwhile, I sliced the end of my finger while cutting apart a floor fan to install some Hokey Spokes displays for an upcoming party.
Today is a day of small wonders.
International intrigue takes a back seat to my devoting time to the average guy in me who eats at Shogun Restaurant and gets his hair trimmed at Cuts By Us.
Happiness in simplicity – that’s my longterm goal.
All the other stuff – globalising everything we do so we can more efficiently focus on transporting some of us off this planet – is just idling my time until I can forget about the rest of us and focus on writing about the beautiful, forgetful nothingness of animal and plant life in the ecosystem around me.
In the big picture, we’re forgotten. Why waste my time pretending I’ll be remembered?
Time for a nap, cook dinner and spend the evening with my wife.
Another congrats to my friend who’s waited 3-1/2 years to get his U.S. patent. Best wishes to him in creating a profitable market or finding a buyer who’s already staked out potential sales territory and future product enhancements.
It began innocently enough.
Years ago, while our local government experimented by inoculating innocent people with viral material, the forerunner to BONS devised a plan to deliver an unknown substance into the not-yet-fully-grown members of a species.
But how…?
Then, during an emergency message session with early members of MORTIE, it hit us.
Halloween candy! Of course…
But when…?
Now.
The microorganisms and nanobots have been tested until our test subjects got blue in the face and could no longer breathe…but that’s not important right now.
This year, people across the world will stuff their faces with [non]sugar[free] substances that have been molded and coloured with Halloween themes.
Forthwith, this great nation shall finalise the species interconnection dream of a scientist some claim came from another world.
But as you know, what’s the difference between celestial bodies among friends?
No more relying on our main five senses.
Straight-to-nanobot communication will greatly increase our propaganda productivity.
The illusion of freedom of the individual will be complete.
All the old arguments about racial/genetic inequality won’t matter because we’ll all be equally connected.
What’s the point of mind reading if every one of your thoughts has been written by NBN, this new nanobotnetwork?
Those who’ve argued about the detrimental effects of the MSM (mainstream media) will happily embrace the NBN unknowingly.
In fact, most of you already use cars, mass transit, computers, and mobile phones without blinking an eye in revolt.
So eat your Halloween candy, breathe in the clouds of smoke machines, drink bottled/tap water/soda/beer/wine/liquor, bob for apples, drive/ride to parties, and join your families/friends in the holiday revelry.
In the future, don’t call it the contagion. Call this period in the transition of our species our destiny with technology.
The more candy you, your friends, and family eat, the more the microorganisms and nanobots become part of you, exhaled when you breathe out, passing into the atmosphere and speeding toward full saturation of Earth.
We need this global expansion of the laboratory experiment in order to start the next phase, seeing if atomic level transformation will allow us to modify our species for space travel.
With seven billion specimens as test subjects, we can pick and choose which genetic mutations ensure our highest survival rate while in-transit between celestial bodies.
Besides, the law of unintended consequences will surely create a few new industries we haven’t thought of yet.
Speaking of which, time to get out the Book of the Future and see which industries it tells us will make the out-of-work, frustrated street protestors happy again.
That’s the one thing we haven’t figured out how to solve with the microorganisms and nanobots we’re integrating into the worldwide populace – emotion control.
We can tell you what makes you happy. We can create enticements that make you want to seek happiness. You get to the point where you seek happiness without our prodding.
But we haven’t found a 100% unhappiness cure/antidote.
Our soothsayer on staff keeps trying to tell us that unhappiness is an important part of what makes us alive.
Who’m I to disagree with the soothsayer?
Thanks to John at Pizza Hut; Cheryl at Gibson’s BBQ; Shalyn, Connie, Sam, Darrel and others at Publix; Rave Motion Pictures; Brittany at Target; the staff at Brookdale Place.
Happy Halloween – the gobbling will get you if you don’t watch out! Oh, ho ho, ha ha, he he…
Contracts up for bid: Russian Federal Space Agency opened competition for new module, according to Izvestia:
Federal Space Agency (Roscosmos) has opened a competition to create a new module for the Russian segment of International Space Station. The maximum price contract – 3.72 billion rubles.
This amount should include the creation, deployment and operation of a new laboratory module to the ISS. Terms of the contract: November 2011 to July 2013.
The tender documents published on the site office.
On the eve of the chief of manned programs Roskosmos Alexei Krasnov said that the life of the ISS can be further prolonged and the station can provide up to 2028.
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Meanwhile, Bigelow worries about “ownership” of the Moon and Branson helps dedicate the space terminal in New Mexico.
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