Pretty quiet day. Ran errands then mowed some leaves. Visited mom. We are both freaking out over the snowflakes from yesterday. Too too early.

Started a new book today: Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. New translation of Russian science fiction. Excellent so far.

TV shows on tonight that I like:

NCIS and NCIS: New Orleans (usually watch because I like the characters. They are comfortingly familiar. Like NCIS NO because of the setting. I will admit that at times when I feel like the storyline is just way too obvious, I don't finish watching.)

Limitless (New show about taking a pill and opening up full potential of the brain. I've watched it a couple of times and stayed interested enough that this will be my third week watching. Mostly it is pure bullshit. =][[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[-,,,,,,,,,, (Sorry, Buddy just walked across the keyboard.)

People's Couch (A number of groups of people sit around watching tv shows and commenting on them. Record this for background during the day.)

Hotel Impossible (One of my favorites in the Expert Improves a Business genre -- Bar Rescue, Restaurant Impossible, To Catch a Contractor. I like Anthony Melchiorri who travels around to help inexperienced hotel owners save their hotels from closing. Now I know how to check out a room before I sleep there. I am also a lot less likely to eat out randomly.)

I think I may start using this blog as a repository of writing scraps. I guess that's what it has been from the beginning. Just gonna dump stuff here while I'm waiting for the AI to say hello.

There's those bifurcation instabilities again.

Will AI develop before our experience of reality all turns to crap? Sometimes I think that mankind's next big shift is when our knowledge can be accessed by machines and they become humankind while our biological species sinks into a Dark Ages for near all with opulence for a relative few. Just another great civilization lost in time. But if machines develop self-determined algorithms  to run and goals to achieve, who knows where even those privileged few will fare on the survivability index. (Like prairie dogs who hide from danger in holes and tunnels, popping up only when it's safe. But still, relegated to living in tunnels.) I know, who cares?

Well, if I can get a genie in the bottle wish, I'd like to be uploaded to a machine. Form of the machine at first is immaterial; later forms can be endless. I will "miss" many with whom I have interacted over the years but they become fewer each year anyway and there are fewer and fewer who care whether I'm here or not. Anyway, it would be so fulfilling to become a machine that harvests asteroids as resources for Earth, or maybe become a sentient space station controlling a large array of energy transducers that transfer energy from the sun to the entire earth. Energy for everybody. Later, be a ship that explores the atmospheres of planets. Who wouldn't want to armor themselves in a concentrated effort to explore ever-increasing reaches of reality.

Meanwhile, me and Buddy will continue our own exploration into the nature of reality while we await the apocalypse.