How many science fiction stories are there, that warn of the replacement of the human race by robots?
It doesn’t look far-fetched to me. Keep shootin’ up with puberty blockers and see what happens to the birth rate.
But really! Having robots play games for you, so you can brag about the games you’ve won? What profound dishonesty. No wonder we’re ruled by Democrats.
Hard to believe the world’s all-time best-selling author had such an impoverished childhood, isn’t it? No video games! No gender coaching! No sex (the horror, the horror!). Poor Agatha Christie!
Nowadays, of course, Child Protective Services would’ve eaten her parents alive. Can you imagine? She never spent a day in public school! No Gender Unicorn for her.
Sorry, but it’s just so hard to write about this, I have to stop now…
Sorry, I’m all noozed out for the weekend, can’t take any more. How about a sanity break instead–baby bunnies? I could get really attached to these little characters without half trying.
Here in New Jersey, anyone–yes, anyone–can put a boat in the water and perpetrate whatever idiocy strikes his fancy. Here are a few glaring examples.
Next door to our rented shore house, right on the bay, there was a marina which had a tenant whom we dubbed “Crash.” He used to rush into the marina on full throttle and he gave the marina owners fits. But he was only one of many.
Nasty weather, and we are glad to be indoors today. Let’s find a movie.
I could just plotz, I’m so tired; and there’s hardly anybody here today. I feel like word got out that I was going to give a lecture on how the Hittites managed without baseball cards and what a shame it is that a pack of baseball cards now costs $5.00 instead of 5 cents…
(No, stop, come back! I wasn’t actually going to give that lecture!)
Anyway, I’ve got to go grocery-shopping before it starts raining again… and then it’ll be time for Joe Collidge. I know you just can’t wait.
Once upon a time I used to start the morning with 100 views. Today I couldn’t get started at all. Computer went balky on me: took me half an hour just to get to my home page… where I found 14 views waiting for me.
Well, at least our heat is on this morning. Just have to work harder, that’s all.
Calloo, callay, O frabjous day! Our heat came on while we were at the store–after a whole weekend of us freezing our kiesters off. “Okay, they’ve left–we can do some heating now. We can always conk out again this evening!”
This morning it was warmer outdoors than it was in our living room. By “warmer” I mean “less freakin’ cold.” Cold enough for the ink to flow out of the ballpoint pen only with great difficulty.
It’s not very restful to “sleep”, if we may call it that, while shivering. Before I write anything else, I’m going to have to find a sunny spot and sit there for a while See yiz later!
Is Canada still a free country?
Maybe for some. But for the others, it’s stuff like this–the York Regional thought police.
You watch. Somehow they’ll work it out that we are all obligated to support Hamas and anyone who doesn’t is going to get a knock on his door at midnight. They’ll make sure your mind is right.
If your police department has anything like a “DEI Squad,” your police department has way too much money and needs it budget cut.
And it’s only a week till Easter?
Here in central New Jersey, just a week before Easter, we are freezing our nouns off. There’s been no heat in our building this weekend: couple that, yesterday, with a hard rain that was coming down too fast to freeze.
But still the freedom-eaters are out there babbling about global warming and Climbit Chainge, better pay higher taxes, give up your gas stoves, give up your cars… and you know we’ll take such good care of you! We can’t stop nuisance phone calls, but we sure as shinola can control the planet’s natural processes. And if you don’t believe it, we’ll toss you into prison!
It feels like winter here today. Old Man Winter forgot his hat and has come back to retrieve it.
Excuse me while I put on another layer of clothing.
G’day, boys ‘n’ girls! Byron the Quokka here, with Quokka University’s iconic TV offerings. I don’t know what that word “iconic” means, but everybody uses it now! You’ll want to use it, too, after you see these shows.
4:30 P.M. Ch. 03 MR. & MRS. DO-NOTHING–Philosophy sitcom
Mr. and Mrs. Do-Nothing (Andy Devine, Willa Cather) really do do nothing! They don’t say much, either. This week: Little Ernie Do-Nothing (Billy Gilbert) seems to be welded to his desk and chair in school; but Dr. Slopp (Paul Simon) is sure he’s still alive.
Ch. 14 MAMBO WITH THE MAMBAS–Survival game show
The African Black Mamba is among the most poisonous snakes in the world–and how about a dance-floor swarming with them? Join host Bobby Kaput as contestants try to mambo across the floor without getting bitten. Special guest stars: The June Taylor Dancers.
4:47 Ch. 66 MOVIE–(Modern dance Western)
In Rawhide Ballet (United Nations Pretentious Movie Agency, 2014: 314 minutes), a crew of interpretive ballet dancers (Clint Eastwood, with the Paris Ballet School for Wifty Men) must drive a herd of cattle from Lincoln Center (New York) to Jakarta (Indonesia)–practicing their dance moves all along the way! With “Giant Squid” effects by Squids ‘R’ Us.
5 P.M. Ch. 11 EYEWITLESS NEWS–News for ninnies
“We investigate what nobody else ever bothers with!” boasts anchor Mary Sue Gesundheit. This week: “Can Wooden People Get Pregganant?” You probably already know the answer to that question, but reporter Gig Twigg investigates it anyway. Sponsored by U-Fixit Plumbing Inc.
Well, that should get you started! We didn’t have this kind of TV before humans came to Rottnest Island. Now it’s the only kind we know!
Is that my TV set warming up, over there? Byron the Quokka, signing off.