If you could be a piece of clothing, what would you be, and why?
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There was a lunar eclipse in my part of the world this evening. A lovely blushing moon, faintly pink/red. Of course my camera didn’t get any good shots, but it was lovely to look at anyway. I sat in the brisk evening air and just moon-gazed, watching the colour fade and the silver light return.
If the moon was made of cheese, how would you eat it?
Just walked past my daughters siamese fighting fish, (why it is called that I do not know as he never fights, he just floats there, occasionally going “bloop” with his little fishy breath, and not eating his fish food which then sinks to the bottom of his vase and becomes a conglomeration of unappetising muck), -deep breath after that long-winded partial sentence – however, he did prompt this thought:
How do “they” know a goldfish only has a 3 second memory?
Have “they” magically been turned into goldfish so they could time the length of their memory process, and if they have, how did they remember it afterwards?
Whilst thinking about what question I wanted to kick this off with, I turned to my fount of all knowledge, my dear friend Google
(although how my dear friend Google got that name is another question I would like to know, I must ask MDFG, as I suppose they know).
MDFG appears to have so many questions filed away in their vast storage capacity, it was too hard to settle on any one, so I just decided to leave it to it’s own questions and explore them all another time, like when I really need an excuse to sit in front of the screen and vegetate for the next few decades of my life.
So, this actually triggered a question that I am going to go with here, which is this:
If Google, and by default computers everywhere, is the repository of so much information, how long will it take for all those little bits of data to meet,
be formally introduced to each other, fall in love, fall out of love, divorce, reconcile, remarry, leave each other to “find themselves”, look in the mirror and realise they have turned into a old, tubby version of themselves – oh sorry, that is a different question –
BACK ON TRACK
coalesce and evolve into its own living intelligence?