There is a series of busy intersections near our house whose traffic lights SEEM like they were programmed by a group of juvenile barn mice who have fallen into the moonshine. I wish I could’ve been there when whatever counsel came up with the plan.
I, for one, am not very comfortable with our new digital assistant lifestyle simply because it doesn't enforce the common etiquette of manners observed in polite society. We, on our thrones of sentient thought, simply tell our digital underlings what to do.
In which I re-evaluate some reckless assumptions.
There’s a medical practice here in Louisville that specializes in a certain “medical issue” that is only applicable to men. They advertise quite frequently, boasting that they ONLY handle said issue. I won’t mention the issue specifically; those who live here will likely know the practice of which I speak, and others can use your imagination. … Continue reading An Unnecessary Moment with Unsolicited Medical Practice Advice from an Unqualified-Yet-Concerned Citizen // #1
Everyone has as a story . . .or at least you can make one up.