When Otto Was A Puppy

 

Whats The Point?

4am. I wake up and I can't get back to sleep.

I get up, because I can't just lie in bed.

Oh, what's the fucken point? I think, as I think about what to do.

You have things that you love, which is the point of life, and they die, that's the reality of life.

My beautiful boy.

Brun

 

Some 10 hours after my last post, where my two bulldogs were keeping me company as I worked like it was just going to be another normal day, my perfectly healthy bulldog, Brun,  became sick, unexpectedly. 

At 1am we took him to the dog hospital.

1.10am. The vet asked us to give permission to do CPR. Brun's heart had stopped.

1.20am. They stopped CPR.

1.30am. We were saying good bye to him.

Our lovely, smart, sweet, chilled, beautiful boy was 7 years old.

He knew how to communicate with us, he had no trouble telling us what he wanted, we used to say he understood English. He was the only one of the bulldogs who knew how to push doors open to get places.

Presently, we ache. It doesn't feel real.

Everything feels just a bit pointless right at the moment.

Last Day Of My Week

Sam went to Brisbane for a meeting, and a catch up meal with his colleagues.

I worked at home all day, nothing much to tell. You know, just a day.

I ate all the mandarins, Sam will be pleased. He calls me the mandarin fiend.

Above is how the guys kept me company. All day. That's right next to my home office desk. Good thing I like the snoring, it keeps me company.

Charlie was home too, but who the hell knows what Charlie does all day. Other than eat instant noodles and play with his doodle, no doubt. He's twenty two.

2.30pm. I reckon I could just about sign out of work and no one would even notice. I'll see.

It's Gonna Be A Good Day

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

 

Dr Richard Scolyer dies aged 59. I felt genuinely sad by the news.

Go read about him, he was a good guy.

AI

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.