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Passing thought: there are days I wish I could just crash next to the heating vent for a nap.

Sadly, it’s hard to hang yourself from the ceiling in a way that’s comfortable for napping, lol

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Watching Terminator: Dark Fate, I found it a rather nice retake on Terminator.

While Gensys was pretty entertaining, and the alternate version of Sarah and “Pops” was pretty damned fun for me: Dark Fate is a little more terminator, less popcorn. The beginning is a tad rough, but quickly leads to what we’d expect.

It’s hard to decide what I like best about Carl’s reintroduction though. That he ends up a drapery expert, or the Texas comment about his armory. The bit between Sarah and Carl, is really a positive aside to the whole cyborg / guardian battle. It’s far more a win than a distraction.

Legion’s future also seems more plausible to me, with the more stab happy Rev-7s, and the Rev-9 being far more plausible than the T-1000. And that it probably wasn’t SkyNet that created it, lol.

One of the problems I’ve long found with the SkyNet timeline, is the lack of sense it’s usually made. If we presume that SkyNet was so screwed by the time the T-800/Model 101 and T-1000 were sent back, it becomes even more plausible that SkyNet would play the most obvious card: once you’ve invented time displacement, go back and provide yourself with the necessary files to not be so screwed, develop a head start, and send back oodles of terminators. Because if we accept the linear influences, that becomes the logical course of action: not just sending two minions back in time and hoping at least one would be successful.

Actually, that let’s send back oodles of terminators is one of the things I like about The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Because why send one, when you have time on your side? Likewise, I think Legion makes a better follow up than Rise of the Machines and Gensys did, in the sense that if you buy into their model of time travel, and that Judgement Day would be inevitable despite taking out Cyberdyne, why would it always have to take the same form of SkyNet? Same shit, different timeline.

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Several times now in my life, people have found it curious when I’ve taken an easy going or kind attitude rather than being angry, or fuming about things. I too, sometimes find this curious.

Growing up, I can remember people’s anger reaching the point of destroying a room, leaving it trashed. One of my fond childhood memories includes a door being torn apart. My own realization as a youngster about needing to control my temper, left a hole in a closet door in the realizing.

It’s fair to say that I am the descendant of people known to have hot tempers, as well as for stubbornness. I certainly have both attributes, I just tend to manifest them differently. For one thing, I try to direct my anger where it is deserved, or warranted. Because I remember what people radiating anger can do. I also try to remember my grandfather’s outlook: try to be like a duck, and let it roll off your back. Ironically, he also had stomach ulcers.

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When I cook, typically I keep in mind the expense, and the servings in mind. But for cornbread, I find that rather difficult to estimate, aside from low cost.

Most of the ingredients in my cornbread recipe aren’t things That I use often. Cornmeal and flour are cheap, and I don’t really bake that much. Stuff like a box of baking soda, pretty much lasts forever. The only transient ingredients are the milk, and buttermilk. Not caring much for the taste of supermarket buttermilk, it’s only real use around here are things like cornbread and biscuits.

By contrast: figuring out the servings from a pone of cornbread is straight forward, and only thwarded by my habit of snacking on the stuff incessantly between meals.

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My delicious plan for chili and cornbread has been realized, and I have enough cornbread to enjoy for a while 😆.

Willow’s response was not as intense as when they got their own meat and gravy based treats, but she still wanted my plate.

Actually, it’s kind of sad that the camera missed the tongue licking the edge of the plate, lol.

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One of the things that I think people mocking tablets, often forget is how revolutionary desktops were once upon a time.

In its context: the IBM PC and many of its close relatives were not powerful computers by any means, yet they helped change the world. The 5150 was no where near as capable as expensive time sharing systems, but it was cheap, and it was good enough.

For under ten grand you could get a pretty nice setup, and for a few grand you could get something worth using. Most early PCs ran an operating system that was a simplistic piece of crap, compared to what you would expect to find on computers costing tens of thousands, but it was enough for getting things done. Combined with the very anti-IBM approach of openness and third party support it caught on, and exploded—effectively wiping out competition from previous attempts to build an affordable ‘Good enough’, and eventually becoming more ubiquitous than the more capable machines that came before.

Remind you of the rise of Android and iOS any? In many ways the extent, and methods that exploded Android into the dominate phone OS, and a major player in tablets, reminds me a lot of how we went from computers that were too expensive to be personal, and reached a point where literally everyone can have their own computers.

You know, that kind of makes me feel more positive at Microsoft’s efforts with Metro and UWP, lol.

Random neurons firing

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My habit of preferring the wall-facing side of the bed, and leaving the open side to the comfy dogs, remind me that I never tended to write much in bed.

Trying to update handwritten notes: the net result is not having enough room to starboard to move my arm: which impacts my legibility. I.e. having to micro-manage my finger muscles, both results in crappier writing and a more exhausting experience. Which also means my tablet will have a harder time converting my writings to more useful typed text.

This kind of got me thinking: about the days I used to keep physical notebooks and binders as my modus operandi rather than computers and things. And you know what the norm was back then? Typically, I’d be found on a step stool, in front of a tall dresser, because that was the only large work surface other than the floor. Plus that dresser was in my closet, owing to the lack of space we had, and offered easy access to additional storage.

By the time I really tended to update notes from bed, I had already reached the point of sleeping draped over a laptop and vaguely wondering how the screen stayed attached, lol.