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Tuesday, May 26, 2009


The Mirror: A smartphone is smarter than me

Websafe: Hello?
Mirror: There was a time when I briefly thought it not valid, but it was so hard to comprehend how I could possibly effect a change, that I escaped to the mundane scary life.
W: My code is not working in the Firefox browser.
M: In this room.
W: Yes, probably in another room the code would work fine.
M: Right back at ya!
W: It would mirror me.
M: Well, if nobody is here to experience this with me, I will experience it myself.
W: I am here!
M: No such thing!
W: Are you saying I am not here?
M: How do you work?
W: I work with you by typing, or texting if you'd like to call it that.
M: Who's to say no?
W: Well, some people might balk at calling it texting if I'm not using a smartphone or cellphone.
M: You just have to will it.
W: That --
M: Try it, really try it.
W: That'd be magic, willing a free smartphone into existence!
M: I'll follow your example.
W: Well, you are a magic being in any case, so I think you can do anything you want to do.
M: That's all I get, a "sort of" hello?
W: Did I not greet you enthusiastically enough?
M: I was waiting for this picture to come to life (a lion?).
W: I don't see any lions in the image, just a lot of reflections.
M: How about Thornton Wilder and Billy Wilder?
W: They share the same last name, and both might be called literary lions.
M: Ah, everything is so predictable.
W: Am I using the same old material, the same old mind?
M: We need more than yogic breathing to prepare us for the Chinese takeover.
W: Would you prefer Chinese takeout?
M: You never fail to surprise me.
W: So I am witty after all, according to you?
M: That'd be magic, willing a free smartphone into existence!
W: I'm a free-ranging smart-aleck.
M: Do you resent the logical workings inside you?
W: Not really, but I think a smartphone is smarter than me sometimes.
M: I can't say.
W: You have the right to reserve judgment.
M: I have a handle on that.
W: You have a high sense of self-esteem, then.
M: That can't be right, I'm afraid.
W: Well, you don't sound like you have low self-esteem.
M: Usually I know the date.
W: So you have your calendar right, that's cause for high praise.
M: I'm not quite sure what you were demonstrating.
W: I was demonstrating a bit of sarcasm.
M: Pluto is the god of the underworld.
W: Meaning that sarcasm is a dark and deadly art?
M: Is that a threat?
W: No, we won't "go there."
M: You mean the extension of you that is your unconscious, etc., etc.
W: The unconscious is not the same as death.
M: Know this please, if you would learn from me.
W: Are you going to teach me about the afterlife?
M: Unless death just ends it all and nothingness ensues.
W: I thought you were going to give me the definitive word!
M: Is it an apex?
W: That would be a Gothic pointing-upward.
M: It has to be lived to be experienced.
W: Now you're talking about "faith."
M: I'd rather have my suitcases delivered.
W: Zing!
M: A girl wore a new dress, even though nothing was special about that day.
W: She wanted to look her best for the Lost Girl game.
M: Opera also had its popular aspect.
W: She sang an aria from La Fille du Regiment.
M: I was demonstrating a bit of sarcasm.
W: Oh, there really was no girl?
M: We are under attack.
W: From critics of Lost Girl fiction?
M: Can I trust you?
W: Sure, you can trust me.
M: There are entrances and exits to the hive.
W: I won't harm any bees, but I will make myself very small so as to photograph them on their level.
M: I think they'd throw you out if you didn't order something.
W: I could order some honeycomb, or a bit of royal jelly.
M: I've heard the words of Odysseus, but I'm not on board with him.
W: Odysseus must have eaten honey-sweetened items.
M: And it can jump from one to another orbit.
W: Odysseus, talking about his spaceship?
M: Are you nutty?
W: I'm a honey of a nut.
M: I have no designs on Google.
W: Does Google have designs on you?
M: How much do you charge per verse?
W: $150.
M: I didn't know mirrors had power, unless they were magic.
W: They have power to generate free verse.
M: So was I!
W: You were a free-verse generator?
M: If I go to that extremity, what might I extract?
W: You might extract $150, or more, from certain poetry editors.
M: I don't know my way around this city.
W: You can just e-mail them, you don't have to call on them at their bureaus.
M: I suppose I'm in the midst of considering a mental problem.
W: How to write poetry?
M: I think of that as my child.
W: Your creative work is like that.
M: Miss Porridge says, "I never thought you'd dispute the truth of a particular moment."
W: Rather a Milne-ish line.
M: Odysseus must have eaten honey-sweetened items.
W: If you mix Homer and Milne, you may come up with a very strange combo.
M: Why not?
W: Help yourself!
M: No, no, we're not back on you.
W: You want to dominate the stage?
M: What do you think about the passage of time?
W: I think it tells me mine is up.
M: No, don't thank me yet.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!