An Outcry and Some Asides.

I did quite a lot of spreadsheet work today, which I always find stressful because my brain is no longer attuned to figures and formulas. I saved it as I went along as I always do, and when I’d finished I set about backing it up onto a memory stick. When I dragged and dropped it into the requisite folder, the file disappeared. Much searching led me to the inescapable conclusion that either the computer or the program had deleted all my work.

I felt I’d hit rock bottom because this sort of thing has become an almost daily occurrence over the past year or more. And so I did a simple job elsewhere and then did all the spreadsheet work again. It appears to have worked normally the second time.

Given all the malfunctions going on around me, I can attest to the fact that living in a disintegrating matrix is an enervating experience. I sometimes look forward to taking the last train out.

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Later on I worked out that if I’m still alive on 10^th June 2026 I will have exceeded my mother’s lifespan by one day. For some reason I don’t seem to have a problem with figures if they’re related to dates.

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I’ve decided that I would like to see the internet destroyed and for us to return to a simpler and slower way of living and communicating. It seems to me that the mad rush into an ever more technologised world is not only causing heightened stress levels, but also enabling the tech giants to become the new architects of social behaviour. And that means that the rich are getting richer and there are more people in relative poverty, which seems a bit of a backward step to me.

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Finally, the dampness and darkness of a typically dour British autumn has led me to consider the vague notion of moving to Florida. There are several reasons why it isn’t a practicable prospect, the main one being that it’s in America.