Miss Interpretation


Yesterday afternoon when I was out walking with my girlfriend I let go of her arm briefly to grab my iPhone and take this photo. She got really mad, walked away and didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day. I still can’t figure out what her problem was…I mean, how often do you have a chance to take a picture of a dog driving a car?

Impulsive Writing (19)

What IS it?

Who knows? I’m only conscious of my thoughts after they’ve been ‘thunk.’ and envision my conscious ‘self’ as though a camera, clicking pictures of what’s happening within a narrow field of view. And only after the fact.*

Much like a computer monitor, which displays just a tiny fraction…the ‘viewable’ portion…of countless terabytes of digital processing taking place, unseen, within and beyond the computer. None of which depends on whether the monitor is displaying anything or not…or even if it’s turned on, or off. But ask the monitor, “who’s running the show?” And it’s likely to reply:

“It. Is. I.”

Yet the keyboard and mouse are not so easily dismissed. They are the input devices…without which the computer has no way to receive computable instructions. And they often rely on the monitor, (an output device) to provide either the stimulus or feedback needed to decide what they should input for processing (like get another web page, or email…or respond to the one displayed). So if you ask the keyboard or mouse who’s running the show, they’ll look at you like you’re nuts and say, obviously…

“It. Is. We.”

Eventually I’ll tire of ‘computing’ and decide to quit for the day. I turn it off and start to leave. But before closing the door, I generally look back to say good night to the computer (which resides under the desk and ‘mindlessly’ does what it’s told to do, sight unseen), and the monitor, keyboard and mouse…who live ‘atop’ the desk, and are always in view.

“Goodnight kids. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

And you know what? They never acknowledge, or answer me. Of course I assume that’s because I’ve turned them off. I mean, after all, I’m the one who’s in charge here!

So, my answer to the question?

“IT. Is. Me.”
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Impulsive Writing (17)

Weird ThingFrom Magic Bean

Where did you get that weird thing?

“Found it somewhere on the internet. It reminded me of the way I feel sometimes. Had a copy printed, and there it is. Want one?”

“Yeah, right!”

“Well, if you don’t like it, you probably won’t like the dog house I just built for Snappy either. But she loves it. Come on…I’ll show you.”

…through the living room…
…through the kitchen…
…out the back door…
…across the back yard…
…into the woods…

“So, what do you think?”
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