Fuck everything is annoying. Why is everything annoying? Just by the way this day has started, I can tell it is going to be one of those days. I've written a couple of emails telling people what I think, and then I have deleted them. That gets it out of my system.
And after watching 4Corners piece on AI, I’m not sure any of this is even worth it. I reckon the smart people will be chucking everything in and doing things that please them in the time we have left as a species.
Dr Richard Scolyer dies aged 59. I felt genuinely sad by the news.
Go read about him, he was a good guy.
What do I think about AI?
The governments are passing on safety concerns, leaving it up to Big Tech to self regulate.
We're all going to die.
It rained. It was sunny. It rained again. It was wet. We spent the morning on couches with blankets. And when I was encouraged (by the outlook for the day) to build a fire mid morning, Sam reminded me it was a gym day, so I went to the gym instead. It rained on my walk there, it rained on my walk home. Sam was ordering charcoal chicken when I got back, to be delivered because we couldn't go walking in the rain to find lunch, now could we? Then not long after I was home the rain stopped, but the cold continued, so I took advantage of the clear skies and went out and cut up kindling, and the funny thing about cutting up kindling, is that by the time you are finished with all that physical work, you are warmed up and you are no longer cold. The sun was shining by the time the Panda delivered our lunch, and Sam said if we'd only waited, still, that wasn't the case. So, then when we'd finished eating, we walked to the supermarket to get groceries for dinner, and dog food, and we were something like half way there and the rain started to fall again, of course it did. We'd only just made it to the shop and were under shelter again when the rain really started to pour down, and Brun, Otto and I were standing there under the shop veranda watching it pour down. Yay, I thought, as Sam shopped. I don't hate the rain, I have to say. A woman with a black poodle, and a husband, told me how her neighbours had bulldogs which they bred, which they didn't look after particularly well. "A contrast to yours," she said. I wondered if I should tell her I beat them. Ha ha, that's just my sense of humour. See her face. There were lots of people out and about shopping, and eating in cafes, and drinking coffee under shelter on the footpath, and walking their dogs, and walking under umbrellas. Note to people walking with umbrellas, when you are back under shop verandas put your umbrella down. Pet hate. There was an attractive 30 something couple, seemingly, window shopping, competing with the rain, being out for a leisurely morning, and I hear him say to her, as they get to me, "Shall we just go back to my place?" and she says, "yes." A Saturday morning Tinder date, I wondered. I would have said yes to him too, she was cute also, I am sure all the straight boys would agree. But then the rain stopped just before Sam reappeared and we were able to head home again, no problem. And the rain started to fall again, when we got home, but it still can't be that cold as I still haven't built that fire. I'm on the big couch under the large pink blanket with one dog against my shoulder, head on my pillow, and one dog lying over my bent right leg using the fold of the back of my knee as the place he is resting his head, both snoring, with the leg lying dog twitching as well, must be dreaming, keeping me toasty and warm at the same time. I am typing this with my left hand, as I need my right hand to hold on to my laptop as I type one handed. Still, when I fart, neither of them care, not one bit. I still have the kindling, and I might just build that fire yet. We're going to have dips and flat bread for dinner.
The current support for Pauline Hanson is baffling.
Here is someone who opposes multiculturalism in the most successful multicultural country in the world. (That in itself should disqualify her from power)
She is someone who denigrates people from other countries, particularly ones that don't look like her, specifically Asians and Muslims.
She is someone who claims immigration is a problem in a country that doesn't have an immigration problem.
She is someone who continually calls climate change a hoax.
She supports fossil fuels.
She is someone who thinks Donald Trump is the answer to the worlds problems, and not the cause.
She (her party) is someone who now supports the repeal of abortion laws.
As I say her support is baffling.
What is it that makes people want to vote for her?
She has nothing to offer modern Australia.
Mid afternoon, we got caught in the rain. It had rained for most of the day, and we probably shouldn't have risked it, but what is the worst that can happen?
And the rain poured down, the gutters in the streets were raging rivers to be crossed. What is the term, fording, in some places. The gutters full of autumn leaves made me want to grab sticks and poke at the drains.
We took shelter twice in doorways. People scuttled past with umbrellas. Everyone looked damp. During a couple of lulls we had to make a run for it, with varying degrees of success. We were kind of wet by the time we made it back, running between the rain drops, as if that is even possible.
It poured even more after we got home.
I made a fire.
Sam went back to work.
I imagine there was flooding in some parts of town, the rain was so hard. We'll hear all about it when the misery hour news comes on later.
Sometimes, I come away from talking to shop keepers who i see regularly, wondering did anything I just say make sense.
You know, your a bit socially awkward, and you talk in incomplete sentences, and usually it is all a bit rushed.
It happened today, when I went to the bakery and got blueberry pie. Did I make sense? Perhaps I should have thought about eating lunch, before I came over here to get something sweet, then I might not have need something sweet, yap, yap, yap. Is it just me, or does everyone feel that way, sometimes?
I dunno.
Shrug.
Oh, don't get me wrong, it is really just a fleeting thought, as I look both ways and cross back over the street, not some great confidence trick, but a thought none the less, as fleeting as it may be.
A revision, if you like, of what was said and my part in it. Does everyone feel that way?
I still don't know.
