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.
The Hudsucker Proxy
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”.
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air – “Eye, Tooth” (William Shatner, 1996)
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’.
The Beatles: A 5 Minute Drum Chronology
Hey, Hey, We’re The Monkees – Deleted Scenes
Micky is telling the Hyde Park story, and he mentions Princess Margaret in passing, but you can just see in his eyes that he’s gonna tell that story again.
Subject: Working together?
Body:
Dear Sirs
…
ok boomer