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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
two zero zero eight
Ho Bang Bang Ho!!!
Santa has buggered off again, the last firecrackers have been flushed down the gutters, life has been set to work-mode again. the Seb-Bot is back in his office and doing whatever he does for a living.
The recently celebrated new year means a lot to him. I detail: a year full of hopelessly overaimed intentions, jolly and rather not so jolly surprises, moral decay and dispositional blunting, too little spare time and too many things to spend it on, undue optimism and all the usual emotional rollercoaster-ride that he refers to as life.
In short, nothing changes (it never does, really) except the big number on the calendar leaves, but as some robots do, the Seb-Bot has reconsidered his existence and all the things he spends his time on.
The result is a pro-familiar and anti-vocational programme for evening hours, a more sportive and more musical approach for hours of solitude. With this, the Seb-Bot has calculated, he can claim more of the grease called "happiness" for his rusty joints and thus prolong his lifecycle and increase productivity.
(How) have you re-adjusted yourself?
Santa has buggered off again, the last firecrackers have been flushed down the gutters, life has been set to work-mode again. the Seb-Bot is back in his office and doing whatever he does for a living.
The recently celebrated new year means a lot to him. I detail: a year full of hopelessly overaimed intentions, jolly and rather not so jolly surprises, moral decay and dispositional blunting, too little spare time and too many things to spend it on, undue optimism and all the usual emotional rollercoaster-ride that he refers to as life.
In short, nothing changes (it never does, really) except the big number on the calendar leaves, but as some robots do, the Seb-Bot has reconsidered his existence and all the things he spends his time on.
The result is a pro-familiar and anti-vocational programme for evening hours, a more sportive and more musical approach for hours of solitude. With this, the Seb-Bot has calculated, he can claim more of the grease called "happiness" for his rusty joints and thus prolong his lifecycle and increase productivity.
(How) have you re-adjusted yourself?
Thursday, December 13, 2007
this can't be true...
Yesterday i read about the saddest news for a long long time.
Terry Pratchett is a man whose brain has the overwhelming power of creating a whole new universe, which he did over the last roundabout 20 years. His books have everything I ever wanted to read : They are witty, funny and absolutely fantastic. His imagination and common sense are uncompared, in my opinion.
Now he has told the world that a rare kind of Alzheimer's disease has befallen him, a disease that will, eventually, make his brain disfunctional (loss of language, motoric skills etc.) and basically turn it into a plum pudding over the next 10-15 years.
Pratchett has also told the press that he "ain't dead yet", and i think he will never really be. The wor(l)d is printed, and - even if the man dies - it will remain. Only the good die young.
I want Terry to know that he has enriched my life in a way no one else could have, thank you, Terry. I hope you have many joyous days left. I will stick with you. Right now, I just feel like crying my eyes out...
If anyone cares to read the article: http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/12/13/terry_prachett_alzheimers/
Terry Pratchett is a man whose brain has the overwhelming power of creating a whole new universe, which he did over the last roundabout 20 years. His books have everything I ever wanted to read : They are witty, funny and absolutely fantastic. His imagination and common sense are uncompared, in my opinion.
Now he has told the world that a rare kind of Alzheimer's disease has befallen him, a disease that will, eventually, make his brain disfunctional (loss of language, motoric skills etc.) and basically turn it into a plum pudding over the next 10-15 years.
Pratchett has also told the press that he "ain't dead yet", and i think he will never really be. The wor(l)d is printed, and - even if the man dies - it will remain. Only the good die young.
I want Terry to know that he has enriched my life in a way no one else could have, thank you, Terry. I hope you have many joyous days left. I will stick with you. Right now, I just feel like crying my eyes out...
If anyone cares to read the article: http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/12/13/terry_prachett_alzheimers/
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