Microsoft forces an update.
Adobe requests an update. Fifth one this week. They keep trying to shove that McAfee BS on me. I already have it. Can’t their pink hairs figure that out yet?
Chrome wants to update. No, Chrome forces an update.
Microsoft updates again. And again. And again.
Google updates. No, I got rid of the Google search engine, too much BS and tracking. Too many changes. So I replaced Google with Duck Duck Go, and they update, too.
I get stood up on my updates, every time.
Tech company after social media company after whatever WTF company updates and forces or requests an update. Oh, yeah, let’s not forget WordPress and Blogger and Flogger and YouTube and PooTube.
Update and Update and Update.
And more NOT RESPONDING. NOT RESPONDING. NOT RESPONDING AND THE LITTLE BLUE WHEEL SYNDROME. AGAIN!
Often those updates are not fixing bugs or just fixing bugs, they are completely and in my opinion, fraudulently changing your computer or the software you bought and paid for. Or software you use by being forced to watch ads thereby which is the same as paying for it.
Often they (the Demons in Silicone Valley and Seattle and Utopia) completely change things so they are entirely different than they were before the update and you have to learn how to use the program all over again. As if I have the time. Do you? I don’t.
Imaginary Friend: (I hear his voice.) “Me neither!”
Me: “Shut UP!”
Imaginary Friend: “K.”
Tons of legal garbage to hogtie you with and force fornicate you to comply or else. If you don’t read it you may later be sorry. Very sorry. If you do read it you will fall asleep and completely forget whatever you were doing before the delivery of megatons of legal notices that surrender your rights, nearly all of them.
Wonder why I often call these turds communists?
Because they force you to do things you really don’t want to do rather than giving you an extended time frame to comply and explicit choice to volunteer. Force. They FORCE YOU. Like Mao. Like Kim Jung. Like Castro. Like Stalin. Yeah, those kinds of communists. Well maybe they aren’t that bad, BUT!!!
Tired of the PC running so slow after one of these updates? Or boatloads of updates?
Imaginary Friend: (I hear his voice, again.) “Maybe you have a hacker intruding upon your computer.”
Me: “Nope, we already checked that. You should have known that. And you know, how we completely delete and erase the hacker’s database if they get caught hacking us. The hard drive is gone. Right? Ya saw that done, right?”
Imaginary Friend: (Chuckling) “Funnier than the Benny Hill Show!”
Me: “Yup, now, shhhhh!”
Imaginary Friend: “K.”
These updates are often NOT compatible with each other. One tech company messes up the masterminds of another tech company, (sometimes on purpose… well maybe more than sometimes,) but Silicone Valley is not in a chaos of local revolts and neighborhood wars. They dine together for Christ sakes. But they blame YOU and try to weasel out of blame of themselves as they try to convince you that your computer runs slow because you installed or downloaded another app, software or something else they could blame. Maybe you visited a bad website.
Nope, that sh#t doesn’t work anymore. Been there, done that. Old story. Broken BS.
Imaginary Friend: “Suckered once, fool you. Suckered twice fool me. Huh?”
Imaginary Friend: “Been farmin’ long?”
Me: “SHUT UP!”
Imaginary Friend: “K.”
NO, I DID NOT DOWNLOAD ANYTHING NEW ON MY COMPUTER! The only download was your freaking UPDATE. SCREAM!
Imaginary Friend: (Louder) SCREAM!
Imaginary Friend: “K.”
Sigh, and just when I was going to write that masterpiece that would earn me the Nobel Peace Prize and a bunch of other awards from the candy store, here comes the update notice reading; UPDATING, PLEASE WAIT. GO TAKE A LUNCH BREAK. HAVE A BEER. GET LOST. And then followed by, NOT RESPONDING followed by here comes that little pisser of a spinning blue wheel.
I have Little Blue Wheel Syndrome to add to my list of illnesses.
Me: Do they have a disability for that?
Imaginary Friend: “Nope. Does not qualify.”
Me: Sigh! SIGH!
Not Responding. Psst… pink hairs why are you still in your mama’s basement? Trump is herr according to Parlor. This is the 21st Century. Get on the ball. You should make things better, not worst. You should make things easier, not harder. Life 101.
When all these tech companies decide they will UPGRADE your computer (at the same time no less) rather you like it or not and force you–WITHOUT YOUR ATTORNEY PRESENT–into agreements that will take Elizabeth Warren and Perry Mason decades to learn about, to figure out and defend against, let’s look at why sh#t goes into NOT RESPONDING mode.
(Forget the hackers, the downloading of software or apps or viruses or malware, [which can sometimes or even frequently be the problem,] it’s all in the updates. Incompatible updates.)
All these tech pink hairs which certainly graduated in the bottom feeder half of their class decide because their bottom-feeding boss tells them to make a change… (often to spy or eavesdrop on the victim user) you know HOPE with red and blue and shades thereof. And poof, they update. And busloads of pink hairs from a busload of tech companies do the same. You know we all copy each other because nobody has a brain between their ears for anything other than dull space. There is little or no unique ability anymore.
Bingo, all these upgrades to all these apps and software, and even hardware are not compatible with each other. Not that the pink hairs care or even do their freeloading masters, but just the same you are stuck with that little pisser of a blue wheel spinning and spinning and spinning. YOU MUST pause to wonder if that little pisser of a spinning blue wheel is powered by the Energizer battery or related to the Energizer bunny. I mean, there is evidence of the color pink in the genetics of their DNA, is there not?
Imaginary Friend: “LMFAO!”
Imaginary Friend: “Why don’t they make that little spinning wheel pink?”
Me: “You finally said something intelligent.”
Imaginary Friend: “Can we call it Pink Hair Syndrome now?”
Me: “Hold that thought.”
Imaginary Friend: “K.”
(Imaginary Friend recites Congressional rehearsal:) “Whereas, WE THE PEOPLE, cast to the Dark Forest those individuals that ruin our day, or night.” (We can only HOPE.)
Me: “I think you are on to something.”
Imaginary Friend: “Me,too.”
Now, what was I going to write about in my Dark Forest novel that has been a work-in-progress for years and years?
I forgot. That little pisser of a blue wheel sucked up all my energy and frustration.
Imaginary Friend: “Maybe you should ask Ian Morgan, he knows everything.”
Public Domain photos sourced from Wikipedia:
As we enter a forever more turbulent world, encountering the evil forces that destroys our peace, we must find alternatives for a sanctuary.
An overload of negative news, division, war, hatred and disgusting abuses of other human beings, dilution of diversity, an increase in uniformity, a loss of individualism and a rise in conformity, failed leadership and aspirations, a delusion of the American Dream, of our dreams, of Freedom & Independence, we must seek the tranquility of solitude, the serenity of imagination, to create a world in the depth of our mind that as creators of imaginary worlds and imaginary friends
The amity of life in the distant dimension of the mind, one’s own field of creativity, the fertile cells that stimulate worth add purpose. Somewhere in the depth of that vast cerebrum so small, yet filled with more creativity than all the universe, are the solutions to every problem in the cosmos. Stuffed inside that little object that is your brain is vast storage systems as intense as the solar system, yet so slightly tapped. Not even an iota of its volume has been mined. Only you can mine your own mind.
Tapping deep into the imagination, tooling the lexical components of language, a writer creates his or her own composition like a musician assembles notes, beats, meters, keys, dynamics, harmony, melody, rhythm and whole bunch of other stuff that makes the final creation pleasant for us to listen to. I don’t know about you, but I rely on music heavily during my periods of writing. Music gives me mood, and launches the spaceship of creativity and opens the frontiers of imagination into distant dimensions. Dimensions that only the mind’s eye can see and the inner voice can speak. It’s the place where some souls think we are foolish or dreamers and unproductive to their standards or worst, insane, but they are kind and sometimes keep their opinions to themselves, locked away from their voice box. Ah, but as writers, we all understand exactly what other writers are going through, what they try to convey when they speak of writers’ life. It’s a mystery no wise detective has yet solved on why we do it, what motivates us and exactly where we get our ideas from. Our ideas rain down upon us and turns our minds into the plush, lush, fields of soft green meadows with bunny rabbits hopping when not nibbling on yummy clover, butterflies floating effortlessly above or at night, the lightning bugs under the moon, and imaginary friends dotting the landscape to paint the picture we transfer into words. Stories.
Every movie has a soundtrack and most writers write as if a movie is playing in their head and they try to capture those butterflies of ideas and translate them into words. Harder than it is imagined. At least in the smooth movie-flow.
There are an unlimited number of mediating music videos you can listen to on YouTube. You can select other music as well, if it helps you in your creative writing. Many of the mediation videos are 3 hours long and then there are those mixes that are even longer providing nonstop music. Plenty more than you’ll ever need to get yourself in the writing and creative mood, to get your literary juices flowing.
The elements of writing is the same, yet different for each of us who hold a pen as the most valuable tool in the world and paper our greatest treasure. Sure, in this modern world we use computers and word processors, and all the technology that advanced life can supply us, but we all share that high-quality time once in a while with the good old-fashion pen and paper. It makes us feel… well, alive and creative. Some do and some don’t. There are dreamers and there are doers. But it doesn’t really matter. We strive to make today better than yesterday and no one, but no one is going to read this until it if picture perfect. Some of us can write a darn good book in a month, others take a lifetime before they finish their project. Some never see their project through. No one ever reads its but them. We ask ourselves, why is something so easy, so hard? Why does it take so long to get it right? Maybe that answer is locked deep in the mind where the wilderness journey takes us on those moments of adventure with our imaginary friends. Maybe there is a sliver of remedy in an iota of mindset that we walked past a dozen, maybe a hundred times and never once saw it before. We have to look. Search deeper. The cerebrum journey where ideas and creativity are buried like treasure waiting to be discovered. It’s so near, yet so distant. It is like being on the moon, yet being at the farthest distant of the galaxy. It is within your reach. Just put on your cerebrum spacesuit and travel where only you can go, where no other human being can journey.
The gatekeeper of ideas and creativity is between your ears. Listen to meditation music while emptying your mind of disturbing thoughts, interrupting communications and negative visions that take you away from creativity and replace those negatives with a creativity-tapping mediation of deep mind exploration and harvesting.
Solitude. Atmosphere of your environment. A good pair of headphones. Mediation music. Maybe even a glass of your favorite wine. Your pen and paper, or word processor while you type like a pianist and create the melody of your words and lexicon that you structure into a language that become literature.
It is there that a writer walks through the deep forest of his or her own mind and ventures through a virgin wilderness of untapped discoveries to harvest the precious ideas of an imaginary world that one day might become reality. The journey beyond the boundaries of common sanity, the place only other writers can understand the description made by a fellow lexicologist in his work of expanding lexicons.
The crafter of words, the blending of language, linguistics and labor of lexicologists, lexicons and literature, the art of craft.
When the author provides the lexicographer with more words to add to his dictionary an accomplished writer is finished, the project complete.
Let music help turn your words into a melody.
Image of brain from: wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain