What made writing the magnum opus that was my last post so incredibly tolerable? The fact that I live in the future, where I can use a machine that has more computing power than 100 computers from 1965 and is small enough to rest in my lap to run software that accesses servers that physically exist I don’t know where and serve up additional software that allows me to write this. And this. And this. All from my fraking porch! With no wires! Totally wireless, man! And…and I was drinking a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale while I typed (note to self: get more beer).
So what if we don’t have personal jet packs. I am still kind of pissed about the flying cars, though.