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Writing Prompts: The Giggling Laptop

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(c) 12 Nov 2013 Windy Johansen

It was then that the black and grey laptop laughed its processor right out of its socket.

“Run that program? Are you mad?”

What does this inspire in you?

Here’s some questions to ask yourself:

Why is it laughing at the idea of running that program? Is it underpowered or overpowered for the job? Is it just an affront to its AI pride?
How has it attained sentience?
Does it wish for a different (possibly more humanoid) shape?
Is it secretly some sort of spy, planted to turn us all into…something disastrous? If so, is it good at acting, or is it like GLaDOS from the Portal series — 900% creepy nearly all the time?

I confess, it’s weird. But you might have fun. :D

My brain is a strange place.

So I was reading posts on a favorite message board.

I thought I saw something about how someone had crocheted Patrick Stewart.

It was Patrick and Squidward. O_o

Then I went to go see if Netflix had I, Robot. (they don’t)

I thought I saw something about gadget-obsessed pants. O_o So there’s an intelligent pair of pants walking around and it’s gadget-obsessed. ‘Kay.

Read it closer. The phrase is gadget-obsessed parents. Well then. :( I’d go see a movie about an independently intelligent pair of pants, but I don’t know about parents…

I think my brain just earned its keep, lol.

This made me cackle and squeal. (Black books: Leather Bound – YouTube)

Black books: Leather Bound – YouTube.

I just hate how books are being treated as decor by some people.

Maybe people have forgotten that at one time, books were hard to come by. The invention of the printing press, and later, the computer, made it so much easier to share learning.

I guess people have gotten complacent. “What do I need with this old thing”, they think, “I’ve got a new iPad. Oh, this book goes so nicely with the drapes! I’ll see if I can find others like that!”

Augh. >_<

Migraines, makeup, and RuPaul. (episode 2)

Someone in a community I’m part of mentioned having a dream about RuPaul.

The dream wasn’t that exciting, it was kinda odd, like many dreams are.

Anyway, since I’d read about this in the midst of a migraine, this triggered a thought.

The thought was an image of RuPaul chasing me down the street with a blush brush, yelling something about how it wasn’t a dragon…so come back here and stop running.

I don’t like makeup so much. If it glitters I love it, but I still won’t put it on. This has been vexing to some people in the past.

I love that goofy image though. And migraine-tastic thoughts still make no sense. lol


edit: So my friend says that there are staffers to do that for her now. So my response was this:

But see, she’d have to do it because I wouldn’t listen to anyone else. I ran away from all the staffers. So she got up, grabbed the blush brush, and chased me down the street herself.

Yeah. (Or something.)

So, in extending an idea that already made no sense, have I made more sense, or less sense? So many questions.

Musings of a migraine-soaked mind. (episode 1)

Migraines are painful. Light hurts. Smells you’d pay money for leave you cold.

And then….there’s the goofball things you think of, because migraines also mean thoughts that make no sense at all. Some are just..impossible to share. This one though? This was funny.

I started my dishwasher. This is wondrous event, because I often forget I have one and ignore my dishes, and then think about how nice it would be to have a machine that washes my dishes for me — oh yeah. That’s called a dishwasher. And I have one in my kitchen. I’m not in the Stone Age. Yay!

So, as I said before my ADD tangent, I started the dishwasher.

A few minutes later it burped. I don’t know why it burped. I don’t recall feeding it root beer. I fed it soap and dishes.

Maybe soap and dishes are a dishwasher’s burp fuel. I wouldn’t know; I’m not a dishwasher.

What does my brain make of this? Emergent intelligence.

“If the dishwasher burps, it’s an emergent intelligence.” — My brain

Yeah. Sure. It’s a dishwasher, you goofball.

I learned about emergent intelligences from Star Trek. I’m so full of Star Trek, I half expect Spock to stumble out of one of my ears.

I guess this (mentally turning my dishwasher into an AI) was the happy medium between saying nothing, and giving birth to full grown Vulcans from my ear.

Maybe I can now explain that it’s the massive amount of Star Trek inside of my head that’s causing my migraines. I’ve got several entire starship crews in my head, Doc. Of course it hurts.

Migraines are awesome, like I said. My thoughts make no sense at all. O_o