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The Phobot. Life vs. mimicry of life. Some people used to (and some still do) think animals were little more than automatons of life, and that humans anthropomorphized them when they attributed feeling and such to them. But a lot of more recent scientific findings say those people who read human response into animals are in fact not so far off. But robots? It bothers me, this issue… Don't get me wrong, I like robots, robots are cool, but...I'd rather have a kitten. On that note, Crow adopts Kitten - ignore the narrative frame; the stuff of children's books and folktales.
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Took the car in to Groovy Automotive yesterday morning, and it only started to overheat and smoke just as I got there. Um. Yay? (Car troubles stress me out so much—they’re the main reason I haven’t owned a car in 18 years, because I’ve never been able to afford a new car and used ones always have issues.) A laid back guy in a knit cap signed the car in; over the course of our conversation I learned he had sustained a lot of hearing loss in the military (he was pretty young, so I’m guessing Gulf or Iraq), grew up in the neighborhood where I now live, and does not, himself, own a car, but rides a bicycle.
The shuttle driver who dropped me at work had wild hair and a full beard, though he, too, was pretty young (relative to me, okay?); a drummer by vocation (yes, we had the vocation/day job discussion).
Groovy, man. Only in Austin.
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Took the car in to Groovy Automotive yesterday morning, and it only started to overheat and smoke just as I got there. Um. Yay? (Car troubles stress me out so much—they’re the main reason I haven’t owned a car in 18 years, because I’ve never been able to afford a new car and used ones always have issues.) A laid back guy in a knit cap signed the car in; over the course of our conversation I learned he had sustained a lot of hearing loss in the military (he was pretty young, so I’m guessing Gulf or Iraq), grew up in the neighborhood where I now live, and does not, himself, own a car, but rides a bicycle.
The shuttle driver who dropped me at work had wild hair and a full beard, though he, too, was pretty young (relative to me, okay?); a drummer by vocation (yes, we had the vocation/day job discussion).
Groovy, man. Only in Austin.
