Don’t ask me where Bob got money. Don’t ask me if he knows the value of money. Don’t ask because that’s a script detail, and you guys always seem to guess them before I can get to them anyhow. Clever bunch, you are.
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I’ve tried a couple of different kinds of protein pancakes. First was a recipe that a personal trainer had come up with. Kinda tricky, and I never got it right. The other is a commercial brand, and I figure there’s probably not as much protein in there as they say there is. You watch. “Protein” is the new ‘Gluten Free’ or ‘No Trans Fats’. Big seller.
I can write ‘Morning People’ (or, as they can alternately be called, ‘Not Evening People’) pretty well since I am one.
When I was in college, I tried being an evening person. You know, staying up til all hours trying to get projects finished for classes.
It wasn’t until after I graduated and discovered (through an odd series of events) that I did much better work much faster in the mornings than I did at night when everyone else was grabbing coffees and getting down to brass tacks.
What should have been a dead giveaway to my inability to work at night is that, unless I was careful to prepare myself with attitude and caffeine, I would start becoming useless by ten or eleven. Work slowed to a crawl and as the night wore on, I found myself thinking I heard voices or that there were people in the apartment with me, or I would just waken hunched over my drawing board with a tiny, intricate scribble in place of what I had, moments before and unconsciously, believed to be a finished drawing of a fish.
So there you go. If you have a magic trick that needs doing around Hubris, knock his hat off.
The old phrase, “You’re Never Alone” is supposedly comforting, right?
Why teddy bears, anyhow? I mean, I’ve heard the stories about Roosevelt and whatever, but… Bears. Man, those things are dangerous!
I got one of those audiobooks of the year’s best science fiction. It had a story in it I liked a lot. Now that I look at this cartoon, I think I liked it more than I realized.
In it, a computer programmer had given her sister a beta-version language translation software suite that was ramped up to account for the fact that her sister communicated in a couple of different Sign Languages. The software would translate sign, and whatever other languages it could recognize, or learn, and display a CGI avatar of the person with a synth voice as though it were speaking American English aloud.
All well and good until, through a series of domestic vagaries, the woman’s daughter finds herself going through interminable conversations with someone while the computer flounders to understand the language of the caller involved. The avatar would repeat “Hello” and “I’m hungry”, but the caller never seemed to understand the responses.
Finally over days, the computer breaks the language and conversations get a little better. And, in the end, as you’ve possibly guessed, the avatar had been randomly assigned to a pet crow. The augmented and advanced language software worked like crazy to understand and translate a language, but the avatar imaging software was only concerned with making lips match American English words, and didn’t have a setting for ‘non-human’ face.
Good story.
Welcome back, Mr. Stuffins!
I’m on that No Call list, but I don’t think that “Bill from Microsoft” (I don’t think his name is really Bill.) has access to that list. Him, or that robot lady who keeps calling saying that she’s with my credit card company. Robot ladies apparently don’t know the name of my actual credit card company.
If you like to invent games of the sort that people seem to like these days- objective card games where the rules seem more implied than enforced- maybe you’d like to invent one called ‘wolves and weasels’. It seems to be the sort of thing that could go over pretty well. Maybe include an exploding kitten or some cards that seem to be against humanity.
