I fear the Age of the Robot is rapidly approaching. I am putting all my meagre savings into various motor oils used in helping severely overworked robots cure their aching joints (even the ones reduced to mere roaches as more and more robot owners and robot employers find themselves trying to draw a line on robot oppression and have even started ( among the liberal and labial companies) to offer various modaliies of temporary cures for their awfully overworked robots which which includes totally up-to-date therapy and other allegdy curative services.
Some of the most inventive robot companies now have robot spas ( also known as SPAZZ which is the sound a robot makes when entering the wonderful soothing waters. We also have robot bars, where the world's finest and most empathetic barTENDERS are creating beverages beyond any connoisuers wildest dreams. I recommend THE QUICK SHOT - rye, Motorola, and turpentine.
There are also robot diets for robots who grow too fat to fiit into certain space. The trick here is ,especialy, to find the right quick snack to boost the robot's work capacity if extended time in needed in a bullrun market. But many people are offended and insulte when you do not include rusting nails on the diet, a favorite snack of many robots.
Stay tune. Tomorrow I will talk about robot education, including homeschooling for inordinately shy robots.
Without the workers there are no books.Everything stops. Call me Karl or Mao or any slur from any captitalist apologizer or putrifying sociolillogical pundit or crepitational critic who be incapable of critiquing Philyaw's terrific collection of stories or appreciation the poetry revolution wrought by Cave Canem who has inspired Kaya and other vital identity champions to enter the world
In 1983 scores of writers gathered at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City for the founding convention of The National Writers Union. All genres came including some not-labeled -yet ones.
But the brunt of the formation was hundreds of journalists and magazine writers wanting to improve such bread and butter issues as overall rights on magazine articles, including pay for travel and research, medical benefits, kill fees, and, in some cases, final shared decision making.
The convention had planned for three hundred attendees, five hundred showed up. We had to go out and gest more chairs.
There was a radical part of the convention, not organized by or with any particular group. I was in a fiction writers group; many of us had no medical pllan save for anything from social security from jobs we'd had previously. To give you an idea of the fiction group there was novelist Howard Rodman, son of blacklisted w
I fear the Age of the Robot is rapidly approaching. I am putting all my meagre savings into various motor oils used in helping severely overworked robots cure their aching joints (even the ones reduced to mere roaches as more and more robot owners and robot employers find themselves trying to draw a line on robot oppression and have even started ( among the liberal and labial companies) to offer various modaliies of temporary cures for their awfully overworked robots which which includes totally up-to-date therapy and other allegdy curative services.
Some of the most inventive robot companies now have robot spas ( also known as SPAZZ which is the sound a robot makes when entering the wonderful soothing waters. We also have robot bars, where the world's finest and most empathetic barTENDERS are creating beverages beyond any connoisuers wildest dreams. I recommend THE QUICK SHOT - rye, Motorola, and turpentine.
There are also robot diets for robots who grow too fat to fiit into certain space. The trick here is ,especialy, to find the right quick snack to boost the robot's work capacity if extended time in needed in a bullrun market. But many people are offended and insulte when you do not include rusting nails on the diet, a favorite snack of many robots.
Stay tune. Tomorrow I will talk about robot education, including homeschooling for inordinately shy robots.
Without the workers there are no books.Everything stops. Call me Karl or Mao or any slur from any captitalist apologizer or putrifying sociolillogical pundit or crepitational critic who be incapable of critiquing Philyaw's terrific collection of stories or appreciation the poetry revolution wrought by Cave Canem who has inspired Kaya and other vital identity champions to enter the world
In 1983 scores of writers gathered at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City for the founding convention of The National Writers Union. All genres came including some not-labeled -yet ones.
But the brunt of the formation was hundreds of journalists and magazine writers wanting to improve such bread and butter issues as overall rights on magazine articles, including pay for travel and research, medical benefits, kill fees, and, in some cases, final shared decision making.
The convention had planned for three hundred attendees, five hundred showed up. We had to go out and gest more chairs.
There was a radical part of the convention, not organized by or with any particular group. I was in a fiction writers group; many of us had no medical pllan save for anything from social security from jobs we'd had previously. To give you an idea of the fiction group there was novelist Howard Rodman, son of blacklisted w