You know, science fiction tends to consist of cautionary tales. For example, Blade Runner = a damp dystopia where the new robotic slave class revolts and causes chaos in the noodle district. Or 2001, A Space Odyessy = someone over-eggs the AI and it gets all uppity and tries to kill everyone to protect the mission. Meanwhile, a monolith simultaneously menaces and saves mankind. There's The Matrix = machines solve their energy crisis by tapping into a meat-puppet grid and give mankind electric dreams of reality. For the ones that get away, there's holey sweaters and raves under the earths blackened crust.
How about Terminator = a time travel mind-fuck about humanities metal progeny appearing naked in 1984 to destroy the mother of the (unborn) man who will overthrow the Terminators in the future. Pieces of the destroyed cyborg are found and its advanced technology is used by a company called Cyberdyne. Cyberdyne creates a defense system, Skynet, which becomes self aware and attacks humanity when they try to switch it off.
Battlestar Galactica, Event Horizon, Tron, even Westworld. Do you see a theme here, people? Watch out for the hardware. It will destroy us all. So imagine my horror when I saw this website for Cyberdyne, makers of the Robot Suit, HAL. Seems innocent and charming now. But you wait until it's marching around by itself, ordering you to oil it with baby-grease. We'll all be living in the wreckage of our cities, under burned-out Prius' and wrapped in dun-colored rags. And I'll be the one drinking bath-tub Raki and mumbling, "I told you so."
Thanks to Mr. Me for scaring the pants off me. Again.
Our friends, Mr and Mrs Kindheart, generously share their garden with many of the neighborhood dogs, including Bitey McGee. They coach softball, are on bowling teams, take care of their family and are very active. So I was inexplicably furious when I heard that they have a constant battle with people parking in their driveway.
It's clearly marked. There is a no parking sign. It's obviously a working driveway, often with their cars on it. And yet asswipes often park so Mr and Mrs Kindheart cannot get in or out or their own drive. Once, someone on the next block parked there for three days.
The night after I heard of these outrages, I woke up at 3am with a solution. I'd make a series of notes, ranging from benign (not shown here) to the furious. WIth these notes, they can decide how pissed off they are and act accordingly.
I do what I can.
My personal favorite, this is a folded piece, shown with the front first and inside second.