I woke up with two songs in my head, and I was struck by how these songs have different meanings recently:
People all over the world
Join hands
NO.
Whatever you do
I’ll be two steps behind you
“Six Steps Behind” would be better, although I know it doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.
I have been sitting in front of my computer for the last ten minutes, saying “computer, computer, computer” and “what time is it, what time is it” over and over in order to train my program to recognize my voice. I honestly feel like Leah Brahms or Lewis Zimmerman or something, and this is making me incredibly happy, but also incredibly terrified.
I’m hoping this is what coronavirus does for the world:
Finally there would be a thingamajig that would bring everyone together, even if it kept them apart spatially.
Honestly, I feel like my Monkees site CMS is more complex than any website I’ve ever worked on professionally.
There is a war going on. Humans can’t get along with each other. There is poverty and famine all ’round the world–AND GIRLS WRITE IN ON PETTY THINGS SUCH AS WHITE SOCKS!!
I’m gonna make my own voice assistant, and one of the commands it’s gonna respond to is “what’s next on the agenda” and every time I ask it, there’s a 1 in 9 chance that instead of reading me my calendar events, it’ll just say “a song”.
My time right now is seven minutes before eleven and your time is six minutes before eleven. Everyone goes by a slightly different time, anyway. Mike bought us all watches and he’s always checking watches for the time. We all get synchronized and then Micky will say “…but that’s our time,” but it’s not other peoples’.
