#512 Nascent

So occasionally, usually about midnight, on those weird and wonderful moments that I spend in my brain, I chance across an obscure thought that, though I jot it down on paper, will never develop into a full essay, but which nonetheless will annoyingly occupy space in my joke folder. The idea taunts me and haunts me. Go ahead, it teases, try to make something of me. Alas, I never will, and slowly but surely, the idea fades into obscurity. Crumpling and fading and eventually falling out of the folder, an empty scrap with a forlorn illegible scribble on it—forever condemning me to use something more indelible than a pencil in my midnight scrawling. The three that follow were rescued while I could still read them.
So you know those people who post emoticons on the internet? They offer them for a free download, hoping when you do that they will be able to stable a Trojan horse on your computer. Are those tricksters called emoti-conmen?
Why is it that science people—people who are grounded in the worldview that society is able to progress because of math and logic, people who have kneeled at the alter of rationality their whole lives— why is it that those people named a software set-up helper an “installation wizard?” From whence cometh the allusion to magic? Wouldn’t it be more science-like to call it an “installation professor?”
There was news story the other day. Seems the most recognized brand in the world is Google. They made it in just a few years too. Take that McDonalds. See, I think it’s the power of the verb. You never heard anyone say they were going to McDonalds something. And although it’s true that someone can be coked up, using Coke in any other form that actually relates to the product is rare. However, people Google things all the time. I had someone ask me the other day; I think it was my heartthrob, if I had ever Googled myself. I readily volunteered that I had. Which kind of scared me in a way. I’m pretty sure googling yourself is illegal in Kentucky.
America, ya gotta love it