I have a laptop, a tablet, a desktop, three portable drives and any number of usb pen drives. They all have stuff on them but I don't know what stuff is on what.
So I might have a version of one of my books on one drive and an updated version on another. Is this kind of thing ringing a bell with anyone?
I've taken to putting silly little words at the end of a piece. This can be anything, say feather 123. Then I know to look at the end for this silly keyword which will tell me I'm on the correct version. So far so good.
But then I make some corrections, save it under a different name, put another codeword on and then a few days later can't remember which the latest codeword is. If that's confusing it's meant to be because I'm confused.
I have photographs saved in so many places that I can't remember where they are. They are on computers, on drives, in the cloud, on social media and so on and in places I don't even know about. Confused - I definitely am.
To cut a very long story short. My stuff is in a mess and needs some serious sorting out and order brought to it. Problem is whilst I'm planning exactly this, my mind and brain makes me start new projects. It's all very confusing. I guess what I need to do is to shut my brain down for a few weeks in order to sort everything out but I know that's not likely to happen.
And the problem is where do I put everything so I know where it is? Occasionally I do make a start on this but it always leads to even more confusion. How I envy people who have ordered minds and everything in a tidy place. I don't think I will ever reach that state of nirvana. Probably if I did have an orderly mind I would spend all my time being orderly and have no time to actually produce anything.
Another problem is I write something and then look through some files and find I have written the same thing before but couldn't remember doing it. I don't think you know how difficult it is being me (that's a sarcastic remark by the way).
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Spending in our country on Halloween has quadrupled since 2013 we are being told and this year will hit one billion pounds for the first time. Sounds as if it's treat or treat for some.
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All this AI stuff is rather concerning. The fact your voice can be cloned without you knowing is mildly frightening. What kind of scams this could lead to goodness knows.
I've already had a number of texts allegedly from my sons telling me that they have smashed their phone and have a new temporary number. Each time I've rung the old number and ascertained that the new number is a scam, but how long will it be before I ring them up and talk to a robot who behaves and sounds just like them?
It's all very 1984 which takes me onto my next piece.
I think most of you will know my views on much so called modern art, but this one which made the national news takes the biscuit.
I forget the name of the artist but what he has done has bought 6000 copies of Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code. Apparently the artist has employed a team of people to buy copies from charity shops and various other places. He has then had the books pulped and with the recycled paper has turned them into over a thousand copies of George Orwell's 1984 which is no longer in copyright because Orwell died more than 70 years ago.
So if you feel like ripping off 1984 or Animal Farm or any of the other Eric Blair efforts you can feel free to do so.
But back to our artist whose name I learn is David Shrigley. In the name of art he's charging £495 for each copy. The idea all came about because he heard that the Oxfam shop in Swansea is turning down any more donations of the Da Vinci Code after being swamped with them. Now they have over a thousand copies of a very expensive edition of 1984 to shift.
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I sometimes cannot believe that bloggettes are still reading what I write.
Having a short attention span, I am in awe of anyone who reads my blogs day after day after day, but then I suppose I write them day after day after day and that's much the same thing.
I have people commenting every day and often something I've written strikes a chord.
But it takes stamina on your part to read my blogs every day. I know for many it's part of a daily routine. The most popular blogs seem to be the ones that ramble all over the place, much like that of today.
Yesterday was a very wet day. We did a little experiment to find out how long it would take us to get to a retail park where we had some goods to take back. We weren't going to do it the easy way which would have been 10 to 15 minutes by car. Nor were we taking the little bus which rumbles along for about 20 minutes but goes straight from our village to the park, but only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
No we got the bus into Norwich and another out to the retail park. We did the shopping and then retraced our steps. The whole thing took four hours but sitting on a bus you get to see places never seen when driving and concentrating on the road.
I can't say it's something we will be repeating any time soon.
Enough I hear you cry... No more.