the free raspberry aggratis
In the end, with only three hours late, our (?) Heroin has finally arrived in Turin.
To celebrate my return, my cat scratched me a plantation that continues to bleed Despite the tons of betadine and patches that I put in (which mysteriously seem to come off just because of the humidity). From the sickly
good woman got up with all the sorrows of the world, so I welcomed the universe and everything and I have stayed at home, virtually emptied the suitcase and make order: the case still stands in the entrance and I spent an hour chasing me with a kitten youngest to do a little 'play.
I was thinking to post today, just as I was running after the cat in fact, devoted mainly to technology: it is an idea born from the fact that I have to change my phone as one of the latest technology with touch screen and a thousand other innovations, including radiation, able to give superpowers, works a little 'shit. The messages I get twice, or do not arrive, the answering party alone, you hear the microphone etc ...
So I wanted to fall back on one of those phones with keys that may not come to cost as much as the first, but at least I will have a real communication and not its virtual absence. And maybe it will vibrate only when I call and do not jump when the woodpecker to do so.
And here I was reminded of my cousins, 10 and 13 years, who have the phone because "so parents always know where: in my age knew exactly where I was, or at home doing homework, to intoxicate me with the good old SuperNintendo and / or comb (read as "zero RAPI") my Barbie. Not now, now a plastic and silicon tracking us wherever we are and makes us discover if we try to do a trick on someone ('Ready?''' Hey, 'Mbecille PPPRRRRT! "). Or if the one who made us the joke kill him. Or if we kill in an attempt to do the trick. Or if we kill the joke. I mean, that stuff.
Yes, in the end my only thought is more about "because we can no longer fool the people say, so free". Or about not being able to make more jokes.
Actually I wanted to leave room for a disturbing reflection on how technology is no longer possible to be truly unreachable, which can sometimes be very helpful. But
hear Chet Baker sings in Italian that I blocked neurons and synapses. So now I have to fangirl and I have no time for seriousness.
I've already had enough.
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