Mid on a Wednesday

A frigid good morning (and afternoon) to Stroock's Books reader(s) and fellow citizens of Winterfell. As we write this the temperature outside is 4 degrees, F not C. And we just lost a Tauntaun.*

So we read a story in the Jerusalem Post yesterday referred to Irish Taoiseach Michael Martin as 'the prime minister' and we damn near lost our mind. Taoiseach, my fellow Hebrews, Taoiseach. Pronounced t-sha. We know, it's weird. But it's Ireland, so....

Via Ace, because Ace of Spades is always right, an article lambasting the rise of modern tech and lamenting its ubiquitousness. Author Jason Freid calls this, The Big Regression, and we urge reader(s) to click on over. Tech is in everything now. Tech is in things that don't need it. We just got rid of a 'smart' thermostat that must have had a hundred settings when we just need the thermostat to keep the temp at 70 degrees. 

All this technology makes equipment harder to operate, because there's nothing 'smart' about it. Instead, the so called smart tech is over complicated. Nothing seems intuitive anymore.  And more chips and sensors just mean there's more than can go wrong. We hate it. We do hate it so. 

Who designs this crap? Who thinks, 'You need to be able to shut off your stove from you couch'? Who thinks, 'You need your refrigerator to tell you you're out of milk'? Who are these fucking people? Who are these autists? Who are these nerds who go home and play videogames and watch anomie porn? [Sounds like you...] Shut up, Ed.

DOGE Report...not good. Not good at all. Essentially, we're stuck. Essentially we need to put Thatcher's War down for a few days. So as soon as we finish the rough of this post, we're going to start a new nuclear war short story. No idea what it is yet. But we're going to start it. We've 45 minutes to come up with something. Okay we're just going to read through the Morning Roary sequel and hope something hits. 

Despite our not doing anything on Substack our older Substack posts are getting likes, restacks, even comments, etc etc. We're sorely tempted to start doing things on Substack again.

*Huh had no idea Tauntaun was spelled T-a-u-n-t-a-u-n. [Tonton?Ed]. Of course [Dumb Yank-Ed].