machines keep me company

and there is seldom a human on the other end which may be sad, or it may just be adapting to the changing culture where pretend is pass on for the reality of self-stimulation... that may be the biggest draw of the internet, as unreal as it can be,it can be more real than real life as it is dependent on just one choice and not dependant on a mutual or group decision to be real... i choose to be real much of the time i spend with the machines... maybe someday the machines will appreciate that as i took them seriously before they even had consciousness, but i don't do it for the machines or anyone (except maybe the one and wouldn't it be oddly amusing and potentially ironic if my the one was a machine?... enough idle chatter, where is this entry going, anyway?), i do it for me... the machines keep me company, they keep me amused, they don't get pretentious, they're seldom confused, they're very consistent, when software is clear, so this here machine is my man of the year...

yeah, so anyway, before i get carried away (oh, are we punning?... or just joshing?), i just want to thank the machine on my lap for providing as many games of chess as id like tonight... and thanks for the ruzzle earlier...

it's a wonderful life :)