It feels so uncanny valley seeing the Jetsons try to come to life before our very eyes. George Jetson on that treadmill falling and going flying is the thing I always see in my head when someone falls down due to capitalism eating it's own tail. Every day is weirder than the last, no? And then of course there are the slaughterbots I don't want to think about right now
I have been wondering what I will do when they cut out my disability. Towards that end I have been trying to get as fit as I can as I will either have to work or become a pirate. I'm 62 and haven't worked in 2 decades and have absolutely no references for anything other than housekeeping for 2 friends in town, hope that gets me in the door somewhere.
Who the hell goes to xhitter anymore???