As an update to the last tirade, my neighbor seems to have settled down considerably with regards to his whistling key-less-entry device for his car. I seldom hear it anymore, which is a delightful change for the better. Perhaps he stumbled upon my journal and said, “Hey, that sounds like me,” after having read the prior entry here and is making a concerted effort now to cease and desist his compulsive, annoying ways. Right, keep dreaming, Mike; and your next lottery ticket is going to hit the big one, for which I hope tonight’s drawing at 23:00 EST will be my ticket to paradise. A friend wished me good luck when I was attempting to salvage a deleted dynamic-link-library file on my computer after many tries; and eureka, I fixed the problem, asking her afterward to wish me good luck on winning the lottery. She did and we’ll see later how that worked out.
My laptop is going on seven years old and has been crashing a lot lately, especially when I watch videos on YouTube or other venues. The driver for the graphics card is up-to-date. Adobe Flash is the latest version as well as my browser. I need more memory, perhaps: a surefire sign of old age, which leads me to thinking about replacing it with something that contains more RAM, ROM, a faster processor and a hefty hard drive with scads of storage space. “Hello, Bestbuy? Yes, I’d like to buy the Pentium 2000 laptop with a 100-ghz processor, a one-terabyte RAM and a 50-pebibyte hard drive, expandable to one exbibyte, complete with surround sound and 22″-diagonal 3-D screen.” After holding on for a bit, they told me it needed an upright defrost-free refrigerator for cooing off the processor, which would be an additional $400.00 to the already low price of $2,500. “Never mind,” I said. “I think I’ll just buy a Dell.”
With the way computer technology is advancing, such a device as mentioned is likely to be seen in a relatively short period of time, I bet. In the meanwhile, I might as well bite the bullet and buy a good one, as I rely so heavily upon it for my photography and writing, and should consider it as an investment in my future. The screen on the present ‘puter is beginning to fail with a vertical slew of multicolored lines that look like tiny rainbows, stretching across the entire viewing plane. A couple of keystrokes don’t work from my spilling wine in between the keys. I have an auxiliary keyboard attached for typing my dissertations, and another screen is attached in tandem to the laptop for precision graphical work. It’s a shame how these things either wear out or become outdated, needing replacement in short periods of time, every-so-many years in a row.
Thank goodness our bodies don’t wear out as quickly as electronics, although a time comes in everyone’s lives when such uncertainty hits them like slamming full speed into a brick wall at the end of a one-way street. The lights go out and suddenly everyday forward, something different occurs to nag us thoroughly, whether it’s a pain in the foot, our backs, an ache in a muscle, an accumulation of unwanted weight, sagging extremities; loss of vision, hair or hearing; wrinkles, laugh lines, tooth loss, hemorrhoids; and the list goes on. Memory becomes ultimately unreliable, for which too bad one couldn’t just replace a circuit board in the head, like when memory needs expansion or replacement in a computer; or maybe even install a new motherboard when motor functions in our bodies begin to fail.
Forget a word, a face, a place to where you have been? No problem . . . , tuneup your CPU by replacing chips where needed, and plugging in a USB interface into one’s ear slot, syncing with an exterior hard drive compiled for restoration of such important data, loaded onto the latter periodically throughout life as a safeguard against corrupted files in an aged database. Such a perpetual-functioning backup system could be the cure-all for neurological diseases like Alzheimer’s, ALS and Parkinson’s; however, with every benefit from such a pipe dream, the chance for wretched abuse by a maniacal monster hell-bent on programming captives for no good awaits in the shadows to strike unsuspecting victims.
Bionic technology has advanced to the point of being able to replace limbs and vital organs, but rewiring neurons with plugin harnesses from the electro-mechanical prostheses to the newly implanted circuit boards within one’s head is where this process is in need of extensive development. As so aptly put by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, “What a drag it is getting old.”