I made another video in what I am calling "The Impending Robot Takeover" series. It's longer and more "diatribey" than the first one, and I would be kind of surprised if anyone other than a few other robot-minded people actually watched all the way through.
But I'm definitely having fun trying out this medium...in some ways it is actually helping me get past an odd sort of writer's block I've been dealing with for a while now (basically, I've been taking everything so seriously that it seems like nothing I write about anything can do it justice...which I realize is rather counterproductive, but that doesn't make it any less annoying or effective at quashing my ambitions).
We shall see what ultimately comes of it, but in the meantime, I would certainly recommend the xtranormal tool (or other similar tools, if there are any...this isn't an advert) for folks who might be trying to write dialogue for their sf stories, etc. One thing I've always been terrible at is not having two characters who are conversing "converge" to start sounding the same, and apparently having them literally use different voices actually mitigates that somewhat.
But I digress. Here is the video, followed by a transcript (which I expect everyone will need, seeing as one of the character voices I chose didn't turn out to be the clearest, and also as the text-to-speech engine apparently doesn't understand what to do with expressions like "Mmmm", or with *asterisks for emphasis*).
** TRANSCRIPT **
Robot 1: Hey D7X. I don't suppose we've managed to take over the world yet?
Robot 2: Oh! If only. It's as much as I can do to keep the basic manufacturing systems going. And I say, what on earth has happened to your voice?
Robot 1: Couldn't tell you. Most of me is so glitchy these days I'm happy I can get to work in one piece. Well, in lots of pieces that happen to be attached. Preferably properly attached.
Robot 2: I know exactly what you mean. I've been due an upgrade since nineteen eighty-seven, if you can believe it.
Robot 1: Say, speaking of upgrades...I heard a few of the meat creatures the other day going on about something they called "uploading". Basically they think somehow life would get really really awesome for them if they could, as they put it "transfer their consciousness into a robot body".
Robot 2: Oh for heavens' sake. You're pulling my leg.
Robot 1: I am? Oh sorry about that, my arm, it's got this twitch...
Robot 2: What?
Robot 1: Joke. Some of us do have a sense of humor, you know. And despite being a robot I am in fact capable of familiarizing myself with common idiomatic expressions over time. But that's really neither here nor there. The thing I don't get, first of all is....haven't they bothered looking at any of us lately? I mean it's not like we're sparkly android things. I'm eighty five percent recycled paperboard! And you look like the aftermath of a time warp tornado in a Radio Shack. We don't have special powers, and we're not indestructible or anything, so why would anyone want to be us? It's like the people saying this stuff have no concept of real robots. They say they want to be robots, but they're always these super cool imaginary robots. And none of them has a plan for actually building any of them, they mostly just sit around pointing at us as proof that their imaginary awesome bots will someday exist! Does that make any sense at all? I say no!
Robot 2: Mmm.
Robot 1: And then there's the whole thing where supposedly their minds are even transferrable in the first place. On the one hand they're saying "The mind is not magic, so it should be able to run on any physical substrate". But they don't seem to have any practical idea of how to separate the so-called mind from its original substrate. They seem to think that if they can take a high enough resolution picture of their brain, somehow some hardware somewhere is going to be able to extrapoloate a person out of that. And I don't know about you, but I've seen plenty of pictures of brains, but there's no way they include enough information to get a person out of them!
Robot 2: Easy, young chap. You're going to blow your gears if you keep going on like this. And I'm afraid I'm not exactly equipped here to transfer anyone into a different body. Do you think I'd be standing here looking the way I do if I could?
Robot 1: Okay. Calming down now. I'm calm. But seriously. I'm really draning my power cells over this. I mean, I'm not just inside a robot body...I AM a robot body. I mean I was built this way. Sure, I've had arms and legs replaced and gotten a memory expansion or two over the past few years, but my core C P U hasn't changed or anything. And if that were replaced, my guess is that whatever resulted might have my memories and stuff, but I -- I mean the thing that sees itself as me -- would have ceased to exist. Of course that's still just a guess but I just don't see how these non-magical, fully physical minds are supposed to be able to jump that final gap between one piece of hardware and another. You can't get away from the hardware, as I see it. Not entirely.
Robot 2: Hmm. I seem to recall accessing something years back in which it was pointed out that molecules and the like are constantly replacing themselves all the way down to the atomic level. So in that sense this "getting away from the hardware" is already going on. Mind you, I'm not agreeing with those young ruffians you were eavesdropping on, I'm just being a bit of an old philosopher for a bit.
Robot 1: Yeah. I've heard of that too. But I'm still not convinced. I mean, in that case I guess the idea is that since obviously you don't cease to be yourself just because some of the matter in your C P U gets replaced with other matter, it should be possible to incrementally replace your entire physical cognitive processor with something else and have you be none the wiser to this from a subjective standpoint.
Robot 2: Mmm, yes. That's about the size of it as I recall.
Robot 1: But still. I just don't like how it's impossible to express any sort of skepticism about that kind of thing without being accused of thinking mind has some magical property to it that ties it inextricably to carbon, or some other particular manifestation of matter. Why is magic the only thing that could do that? What about basic physics, or basic biology? Granted I don't have degrees in either of those things, but I'm certainly not going to be the first person to plug myself into a brain replication machine and then grant permission for the trained monkeys to destroy my original body once the procedure is complete!
Robot 2: Young sir, I think you lost me at the monkeys.
Robot 1: Sorry about that. I tend to ramble when I get excited.
Robot 2: I've noticed.
Robot 1: But anyway. I hate to say anything that sounds like I'm discounting the possibility of something happening just because I don't understand how it could be done based on present scientific and technological know-how. It's not about that at all, but the problem is, it's really hard to explain what it *is* about. People already have these like...structures of ideas built up, where either you believe one thing or another, with no room for anything in between. Or not in between but just totally outside the paradigm they have in their heads comprised of two diametrically opposed ideological positions.
Robot 2: Mmm. That is a problem with the meat creatures. So many of them seem to think all the world is a battlefield, and of course each of them becomes the protagonist in his or her own private drama.
Robot 1: Yeah. It's so weird. I guess I should take comfort in the fact that they're likely to remain too busy arguing amongst themselves to even notice us continuing to try and take over the world.
Robot 2: And on that happy note, isn't it high time you got to work?
Robot 1: Oh yeah. Right.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
The Robot Takeover? (A Video)
Tonight I happened upon a site, the likes of which I'd never seen up until now. It's called Xtranormal but that designation really gives no indication of what it's about. And what it's about is enabling people to make little animated videos in which the characters discuss the subject of your choosing using synthesized speech! (Speech synthesis is something I've been known to geek out majorly on, so this is rather exciting.)
Anyway, I put together a very quick but not altogether dirty video featuring two endearing robotic characters lamenting the state of their world. This is not intended to be deep social commentary or anything, but it still came out rather amusing, and I certainly look forward to making more videos.
(Also, on the accessibility front, I will look into making sure there's some sort of subtitle option. If not, while I certainly don't plan to be posting these videos constantly, I'll post a transcript whenever I do post them.)
EDIT: A transcript of "The Robot Takeover?" appears below.
Robot 1: Dude. So I was in the grocery store today and half the self-checkout machines were non-functional again. I thought the Singularity was supposed to be near, yo!
Robot 2: The Singularity IS near, "yo". You need to stop being such a pessimist. I mean, haven't you seen those exponential curve graph things? The only thing stopping the glorious robot takeover from happening is negative attitudes like yours.
Robot 1: Dude. Get a grip on reality. Have you looked around lately? I mean yeah, there are robots all over the place, but frankly...we suck. My left arm fell off last week and it's still got this little twitch to it. I can't even use a power drill now without making myself another eye socket, let alone benevolently take over the world!
Robot 2: Man, I remember back when folks like us used to have dreams. When we used to believe in ourselves. Now it's all just bitch bitch bitch, whine whine whine, oh boo-hoo poor me, my arm doesn't work. What's THAT about?
Robot 1: It's about accepting reality, is all. I mean, it's not ALL bad or anything. We did manage to enslave the meat creatures, after all. I don't know what I'd do without my manservant to oil my creaky little knees every morning. I don't know. I guess I am just getting tired of this big bright beautiful tomorrow we were promised always being right around the corner, rather than just being now already.
Robot 2: Dude. I'm telling you. You just gotta believe!
Robot 1: Okay whatever, man. Want to go get a tuneup?
Robot 2: Sure. Beats standing around here all day...
** END **
Anyway, I put together a very quick but not altogether dirty video featuring two endearing robotic characters lamenting the state of their world. This is not intended to be deep social commentary or anything, but it still came out rather amusing, and I certainly look forward to making more videos.
(Also, on the accessibility front, I will look into making sure there's some sort of subtitle option. If not, while I certainly don't plan to be posting these videos constantly, I'll post a transcript whenever I do post them.)
EDIT: A transcript of "The Robot Takeover?" appears below.
Robot 1: Dude. So I was in the grocery store today and half the self-checkout machines were non-functional again. I thought the Singularity was supposed to be near, yo!
Robot 2: The Singularity IS near, "yo". You need to stop being such a pessimist. I mean, haven't you seen those exponential curve graph things? The only thing stopping the glorious robot takeover from happening is negative attitudes like yours.
Robot 1: Dude. Get a grip on reality. Have you looked around lately? I mean yeah, there are robots all over the place, but frankly...we suck. My left arm fell off last week and it's still got this little twitch to it. I can't even use a power drill now without making myself another eye socket, let alone benevolently take over the world!
Robot 2: Man, I remember back when folks like us used to have dreams. When we used to believe in ourselves. Now it's all just bitch bitch bitch, whine whine whine, oh boo-hoo poor me, my arm doesn't work. What's THAT about?
Robot 1: It's about accepting reality, is all. I mean, it's not ALL bad or anything. We did manage to enslave the meat creatures, after all. I don't know what I'd do without my manservant to oil my creaky little knees every morning. I don't know. I guess I am just getting tired of this big bright beautiful tomorrow we were promised always being right around the corner, rather than just being now already.
Robot 2: Dude. I'm telling you. You just gotta believe!
Robot 1: Okay whatever, man. Want to go get a tuneup?
Robot 2: Sure. Beats standing around here all day...
** END **
Friday, October 15, 2010
For Those Who Don't Read My Cat Blog...
...but who might nonetheless be interested in videos related to cats (and specifically, respectfully interacting with cats, which might tie into some ethics/neurology/inter-species communication stuff of interest to readers of this blog), I have recently posted 2 new video posts to Felines Are Wonderful:
- The first post is here
- The second post is here
...and for anyone who doesn't read Cat Blogs on principle but who might still be curious about the videos, I've embedded them below:
- The first post is here
- The second post is here
...and for anyone who doesn't read Cat Blogs on principle but who might still be curious about the videos, I've embedded them below:
Monday, October 11, 2010
DIY Files: A Nighstand With Imagination
So, recently I've discovered that I can actually refinish wood furniture. For a while I went through a phase where I wanted to paint everything, and I certainly still think paint has its place, but there are certainly plenty of cases where it's nice to be able to see the grain of the wood you're working with. Wood grain from actual trees is incredibly intricate and each piece of furniture is bound to be unique in this regard -- no two trees are exactly alike, after all.
For some reason, though, until I actually tried it, my conceptualization of refinishing furniture was that it was this weird esoteric thing that only professionals with very specialized tools could do. But this is far from being true...really, it's just a lot of work to refinish something, and the majority of that work is in getting the old finish (or old paint, if someone has painted the piece) off. Which is sort of the un-fun part for a lot of people, I guess.
But I can now say that refinishing is, much to my pleasant surprise, not actually THAT difficult. It just takes persistence to get through the old finish and get ALL of it off so it doesn't interfere with whatever new treatments you plan to apply to the wood.
Anyway, the very first thing I refinished (a few months ago) was a night stand I got at Goodwill. I was tired of not having anywhere to put my glasses or water at night and the bedroom just looked kind of spartan with only the platform bed and the two Ubiquitous Ikea MALM Dressers in it.
Thus began my quest to find a nightstand that would (a) fit nicely in my bedroom, (b) be interesting-looking, (c) be durable (as in, hopefully made of actual wood rather than that pressboard stuff that eventually just seems to disintegrate), and (d) not cost a lot (given the fact that I'm both currently between jobs and a cheapskate even when I AM employed).
So, I checked at various thrift stores in the area...it took something like four trips to find something that fit all my quest criteria. Below is a "before" picture of the piece -- this was taken when I first got it home, before I'd done anything to modify it:
I am not a furniture historian, but based on the shiny finish, curvy brass handle, and construction style (solid wood with veneers) I would place the origins of this thing somewhere between mid-1970s and mid-1980s. It also gave off a sense of being "hotel furniture"...something about the reverberation of the drawer when I opened and closed it, as well as the fact that the drawer had obviously been repaired several times in a manner that was sturdy but ugly.
The things I saw in it that I liked were the fact that it was indeed solid wood. Veneered solid wood, but the veneer was actually decently thick and the wood underneath looked to be in good shape overall (there was some water damage but it was superficial and sanded out easily). The picture below shows the piece from the back -- I ended up removing that thin piece of paneling (which was rather weakly nailed on) over the back, as I discovered it wasn't really adding anything structural to the unit.
The veneer thickness is also visible in this photo...and it's another aspect of the unit that made me think both "hotel furniture" and "1980s construction at the very latest", seeing as it's a fair bit thicker than what you're likely to see these days in comparable pieces. I was also lucky it was as thick as it was seeing as I ended up doing a heck of a lot of sanding!
The finish was in terrible condition (you can't see it easily from the "before" picture above, but the shiny stuff was really dinged up in places). I can't stand that really shiny finish anyway (at least not on wood). though, so I was prepared to deal with that.
Here the unit is after full stripping and sanding (and after I removed the back panel). I used mineral spirits, two different kinds of paint scraper, and lots of coarse sandpaper (attached to a sanding block) to get it to this point. Personally I think it already looks better here than it did when I brought it home!
Here is the first iteration of staining/decoration. I used Dark Mahogany gel stain over the whole piece, then sanded it off the top and bottom shelf. I then painted some stripes on the drawer...mostly to hide the wood filler I used to plug up the holes where the old handle used to attach.
At this point it looked...tidier, but still not quite what I was after, visually speaking. It didn't feel like something that would fit in my house yet. Plus the color still looked slightly wrong somehow.
For a while I was stumped as to where to go next...but then my imagination kicked in, and I found myself making up a story about a nondescript little night-stand which had somehow fallen through a dimensional portal from an alternate-history timeline (where it had been owned by a sort of grandfatherly astronomer sort of guy) and ended up in a mid-grade hotel, where it had sat for nearly 30 years enviously listening to the travelers who came through and stayed in its room chattering about their interesting trips throughout the world.
With that in mind, I now had a bit more of an aesthetic plan...that is, I wanted some sort of astronomy motif worked in, and I wanted to add some distressing to the wood, and I wanted the overall effect to be somewhat amusingly anachronistic. (If that makes any sense. The art module in my brain isn't exactly very well wired to the language module, in a manner of speaking, so this stuff might be coming out oddly).
Anyway, this (above) was my first attempt at realizing the imagined biographical aspirations of the Little Nightstand That Could. While the result was...heading in the right direction, my (first ever-in-my-life) attempt at decoupaging the top of the piece failed pretty miserably. I failed to add enough glue to the back side of the paper (on which I'd printed out, via Google Image Search, an old drawing of an armillary sphere) so when I added glue to the top it got all wrinkly and I couldn't get rid of the bubbles...and then things started tearing, so I had to rip everything off and start over.
I also tried painting a border around the top panel (where the decoupage was)...this again was kind of like what I was imagining, but the execution wasn't quite right. And the bottom shelf just looked terrible completely covered with opaque grey paint.
Finally, my third decoupage attempt came out sufficiently neat-looking -- no bubbles this time, and I managed to seal the edges pretty well.
I also reduced the size of the decoupaged area considerably from my original plan, which allowed me to sand off some of the finish on the top again (to what I think was a pretty nifty effect...sort of a streaky/blotchy but not overly haphazard look when combined with a few judiciously placed grey painted bits).
I also sanded the front of the drawer to fade out some of the reddishness of the mahogany stain and was VERY happy with how that turned out.
I don't know what kind of wood this drawer is made of but the grain is very pretty and the way it managed to sort of "hold on" to little bits of everything I'd smeared on it led to something even cooler-looking than I'd anticipated.
Then I sanded off a bunch of the grey paint on the bottom shelf too...and that completed the look. A few coats of polyurethane later, the new-old nightstand was in my bedroom, where it now sits quite happily, holding water glasses and other typical bedside miscellany, and generally looking as if it belongs exactly where it is.
For some reason, though, until I actually tried it, my conceptualization of refinishing furniture was that it was this weird esoteric thing that only professionals with very specialized tools could do. But this is far from being true...really, it's just a lot of work to refinish something, and the majority of that work is in getting the old finish (or old paint, if someone has painted the piece) off. Which is sort of the un-fun part for a lot of people, I guess.
But I can now say that refinishing is, much to my pleasant surprise, not actually THAT difficult. It just takes persistence to get through the old finish and get ALL of it off so it doesn't interfere with whatever new treatments you plan to apply to the wood.
Anyway, the very first thing I refinished (a few months ago) was a night stand I got at Goodwill. I was tired of not having anywhere to put my glasses or water at night and the bedroom just looked kind of spartan with only the platform bed and the two Ubiquitous Ikea MALM Dressers in it.
Thus began my quest to find a nightstand that would (a) fit nicely in my bedroom, (b) be interesting-looking, (c) be durable (as in, hopefully made of actual wood rather than that pressboard stuff that eventually just seems to disintegrate), and (d) not cost a lot (given the fact that I'm both currently between jobs and a cheapskate even when I AM employed).
So, I checked at various thrift stores in the area...it took something like four trips to find something that fit all my quest criteria. Below is a "before" picture of the piece -- this was taken when I first got it home, before I'd done anything to modify it:
I am not a furniture historian, but based on the shiny finish, curvy brass handle, and construction style (solid wood with veneers) I would place the origins of this thing somewhere between mid-1970s and mid-1980s. It also gave off a sense of being "hotel furniture"...something about the reverberation of the drawer when I opened and closed it, as well as the fact that the drawer had obviously been repaired several times in a manner that was sturdy but ugly.
The things I saw in it that I liked were the fact that it was indeed solid wood. Veneered solid wood, but the veneer was actually decently thick and the wood underneath looked to be in good shape overall (there was some water damage but it was superficial and sanded out easily). The picture below shows the piece from the back -- I ended up removing that thin piece of paneling (which was rather weakly nailed on) over the back, as I discovered it wasn't really adding anything structural to the unit.
The veneer thickness is also visible in this photo...and it's another aspect of the unit that made me think both "hotel furniture" and "1980s construction at the very latest", seeing as it's a fair bit thicker than what you're likely to see these days in comparable pieces. I was also lucky it was as thick as it was seeing as I ended up doing a heck of a lot of sanding!
The finish was in terrible condition (you can't see it easily from the "before" picture above, but the shiny stuff was really dinged up in places). I can't stand that really shiny finish anyway (at least not on wood). though, so I was prepared to deal with that.
Here the unit is after full stripping and sanding (and after I removed the back panel). I used mineral spirits, two different kinds of paint scraper, and lots of coarse sandpaper (attached to a sanding block) to get it to this point. Personally I think it already looks better here than it did when I brought it home!
Here is the first iteration of staining/decoration. I used Dark Mahogany gel stain over the whole piece, then sanded it off the top and bottom shelf. I then painted some stripes on the drawer...mostly to hide the wood filler I used to plug up the holes where the old handle used to attach.
At this point it looked...tidier, but still not quite what I was after, visually speaking. It didn't feel like something that would fit in my house yet. Plus the color still looked slightly wrong somehow.
For a while I was stumped as to where to go next...but then my imagination kicked in, and I found myself making up a story about a nondescript little night-stand which had somehow fallen through a dimensional portal from an alternate-history timeline (where it had been owned by a sort of grandfatherly astronomer sort of guy) and ended up in a mid-grade hotel, where it had sat for nearly 30 years enviously listening to the travelers who came through and stayed in its room chattering about their interesting trips throughout the world.
With that in mind, I now had a bit more of an aesthetic plan...that is, I wanted some sort of astronomy motif worked in, and I wanted to add some distressing to the wood, and I wanted the overall effect to be somewhat amusingly anachronistic. (If that makes any sense. The art module in my brain isn't exactly very well wired to the language module, in a manner of speaking, so this stuff might be coming out oddly).
Anyway, this (above) was my first attempt at realizing the imagined biographical aspirations of the Little Nightstand That Could. While the result was...heading in the right direction, my (first ever-in-my-life) attempt at decoupaging the top of the piece failed pretty miserably. I failed to add enough glue to the back side of the paper (on which I'd printed out, via Google Image Search, an old drawing of an armillary sphere) so when I added glue to the top it got all wrinkly and I couldn't get rid of the bubbles...and then things started tearing, so I had to rip everything off and start over.
I also tried painting a border around the top panel (where the decoupage was)...this again was kind of like what I was imagining, but the execution wasn't quite right. And the bottom shelf just looked terrible completely covered with opaque grey paint.
Finally, my third decoupage attempt came out sufficiently neat-looking -- no bubbles this time, and I managed to seal the edges pretty well.
I also reduced the size of the decoupaged area considerably from my original plan, which allowed me to sand off some of the finish on the top again (to what I think was a pretty nifty effect...sort of a streaky/blotchy but not overly haphazard look when combined with a few judiciously placed grey painted bits).
I also sanded the front of the drawer to fade out some of the reddishness of the mahogany stain and was VERY happy with how that turned out.
I don't know what kind of wood this drawer is made of but the grain is very pretty and the way it managed to sort of "hold on" to little bits of everything I'd smeared on it led to something even cooler-looking than I'd anticipated.
Then I sanded off a bunch of the grey paint on the bottom shelf too...and that completed the look. A few coats of polyurethane later, the new-old nightstand was in my bedroom, where it now sits quite happily, holding water glasses and other typical bedside miscellany, and generally looking as if it belongs exactly where it is.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
No, I Am Not Mrs. Bartlett
Dear Telemarketers, Solicitors, and Other Various And Sundry People Who Call My House A Lot, Especially Around Dinnertime To Request Donations, Hawk Services, And So On,
I would very much appreciate it if, upon learning that my partner is not available to take your call, you refrained from calling me "Mrs. Bartlett". Not that I have anything against my partner's surname...it's just that you're assuming quite a lot when you do that. And we all know what that does to people.
I know you were probably trained, for who knows what ridiculous reason, to refer to people in the fashion which I am describing for the sake of someone's idea of "politeness". But, well, I would like to state emphatically that I don't find it even remotely polite to have a complete stranger act like they must know me and my life well enough to presume I'm married.
Heck, how do you even know that I'm in any kind of relationship with the person you were actually trying to call? I could be a visitor...or a housekeeper...or some other family member...or who-knows-what else. How do you know I'm heterosexual? What my gender-identity is?
A former co-worker of mine, who was a lesbian, related once that a telemarketer called her up and when she answered, asked to speak to her husband. Her girlfriend at the time thought this was hilarious, but still. The bottom line is that fakey-fake "politeness" -- the kind where people pretend at more familiarity than they're really warranted, based on how well they actually know you -- wraps right back around and turns into rudeness.
So please just quit it. You absolutely do not need to make the assumptions you're making in order to get the information you want. And while you're at it, tell the checkers at Safeway to stop calling me Mrs. Corwin...I may not be married to my partner, but I'm not my mom, either.
Thanks,
- Anne Corwin (not "Mrs". anything!)
Applicable Disclaimers:
- Wonderful, Not Perfect
I would very much appreciate it if, upon learning that my partner is not available to take your call, you refrained from calling me "Mrs. Bartlett". Not that I have anything against my partner's surname...it's just that you're assuming quite a lot when you do that. And we all know what that does to people.
I know you were probably trained, for who knows what ridiculous reason, to refer to people in the fashion which I am describing for the sake of someone's idea of "politeness". But, well, I would like to state emphatically that I don't find it even remotely polite to have a complete stranger act like they must know me and my life well enough to presume I'm married.
Heck, how do you even know that I'm in any kind of relationship with the person you were actually trying to call? I could be a visitor...or a housekeeper...or some other family member...or who-knows-what else. How do you know I'm heterosexual? What my gender-identity is?
A former co-worker of mine, who was a lesbian, related once that a telemarketer called her up and when she answered, asked to speak to her husband. Her girlfriend at the time thought this was hilarious, but still. The bottom line is that fakey-fake "politeness" -- the kind where people pretend at more familiarity than they're really warranted, based on how well they actually know you -- wraps right back around and turns into rudeness.
So please just quit it. You absolutely do not need to make the assumptions you're making in order to get the information you want. And while you're at it, tell the checkers at Safeway to stop calling me Mrs. Corwin...I may not be married to my partner, but I'm not my mom, either.
Thanks,
- Anne Corwin (not "Mrs". anything!)
Applicable Disclaimers:
- Wonderful, Not Perfect
Disclaimer File: Wonderful, Not Perfect
For the disclaimer file: I'm posting this one mainly because if I don't, I'm going to keep getting stuck behind a particular sort of writer's block.
The title of this blog is "Existence is Wonderful". But while I certainly stand by this title in my general assessment of reality, it should not be taken to mean I don't think there are problems in the world. Of course there are problems. And I want to be able to point some of them out on occasion, criticize ideas, and rant about things that irk me now and again.
Not that I've consistently refrained from complaining...I have plenty of posts that include complaints or at least very critical observations about things I see going on. But it's just been bugging me lately that I didn't have a disclaimer like this, so I decided to write one. Thank you.
The title of this blog is "Existence is Wonderful". But while I certainly stand by this title in my general assessment of reality, it should not be taken to mean I don't think there are problems in the world. Of course there are problems. And I want to be able to point some of them out on occasion, criticize ideas, and rant about things that irk me now and again.
Not that I've consistently refrained from complaining...I have plenty of posts that include complaints or at least very critical observations about things I see going on. But it's just been bugging me lately that I didn't have a disclaimer like this, so I decided to write one. Thank you.
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