As I was watching a man climb out of a car’s back window and throw an iphone into the bushes I had a thought:
What if dinosaurs didn’t actually exist. What if their eggs are actually the fossilized remnants of some defective “grow your own dinosaur in water” pills–just on a grander scale. Something that the giants of old would have had fun with.
This concept seemed as plausible as any other at that moment in time.
Had I gone mad? Maybe. But the sign flashed at me indicated that it was the deuces I was dealing with so I wasn’t too alarmed.
The biggest problem I’m facing is that I’m completely dissatisfied with the state of computing. I’m not sure I can find the right way to write the programs I want. There’s no proper language of the soul.
The world needs another app like it needs a hole in the head and the chaps over at MIT are too busy with their circle jerk to notice the nature of the beast.
Maybe this is why I draw pictures of prostitutes.