Saw a funny toot about two things that “techbros” apparently say. One the one hand: #SelfDrivingCars are inevitable.

On the other hand: Select all squares with traffic lights.

That spawned a lively discussion of techbro-bashers which was equally entertaining. But here’s the thing: the central point of the OP was about hypocrisy, or at least being self-contradictory.

Well, these very same techbro-bashers, if asked about being dismissive of disabled people, who wish to live independent lives to the extent feasible, would OF COURSE speak up on the side of the disabled. Or elderly. Or whatever.

Pretty decent overlap of these same folks reminding anyone who will listen that #CovidIsNotOver (and it very much is not, and is a much bigger threat to elderly, etc.).

Huge overlap of these same folks decrying how much we must do to address the #ClimateCrisis.

Yes – there are growing pains of every technological advance. It’s easy to say that “X lives are too many” to lose in order to achieve Y. But this may be a case where failing to achieve Y will inevitably cost X-times-1000 lives.

Infrastructure will need to change. Pretty much everywhere. Stroads will need to not exist, and other similar changes. But in order to EVENTUALLY drastically reduce the deaths from vehicular accidents, and from the Climate Crisis, and from Pandemics, electric self-driving cars will be necessary. As will masking/vaccines requirements of everybody. As will a robust passenger high speed rail system (on which vaccinations/masks are 100% required, including it covering your fucking nose, you dim pricks).

But it will be a bumpy, expensive journey to get there, in part because the future’s very proponents are also its loudest opponents… and are also assholes in a way they have not yet objectively appreciated.

Crazy dream last night involving a notebook containing technical details for #HamRadio repeaters around the #TwinCities having been stolen in a burglary, and needing to go downtown to the office in the middle of the night to change a bunch of passwords. Even though it was the middle of the night, all my co-workers were there, including one of my bosses, Helen Yarmoska… except the part of Helen Yarmoska was played by actress Julie Bowen. And any of you who know Helen can see what a brilliant bit of casting that is.

It’s just a story that deserves note, in my opinion, and takes more than 500 characters to tell. So here goes.

I had been an aerospace fan as long as I could remember. Intensely curious, I paid attention to the sort of details that typical people would not notice.

On the morning of the last Challenger launch, our baby boy had a Pediatrician appointment. One of those routine checks they make you do every N weeks until they’ve survived a year or so.

The Doc appointment was done, and I’d bundled Danny back into the car-seat. I was ready to go, but not in a hurry, and the launch countdown was less than the time it would take to get home & the TV on and whatnot. So I just stood there, watching the launch in the clinic waiting room. Most of the other mommies were also watching, some more intently than others.

About T+60 or 70 seconds, there’s that first little puff of something in the wrong place. A little flash. I don’t know why, but I noticed it. And I said, “Oh! That doesn’t look right.” Why would I say something like that, aloud, in a room full of strangers? Dunno, but it’s definitely part of my personality to be the first person to say something into an awkward silence.

When I said that, in my periphery, I saw one mom glance over at me, like “Dude, what’s your problem?”

Seconds later, boom.

As far as I know, every mom in the place was now looking at me, at least briefly, wondering what the hell it was that I saw that none of them had seen.

The intense scrutiny of all available camera angles would make that all clear soon enough.

But I tell ya, it’s weird AF to be an introvert, and suddenly have the attention of every adult stranger in the room, looking at you like you’re obviously clairvoyant or some shit. Acutely unsettling. It was a good thing that I’d already bundled Danny up and buckled him in. I was ready to grab the handle, walk out, pop him in the car, and drive away.

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