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Thinking.... Thinking.... Printing....
Apr. 24th, 2017 02:17 pmIt's going to be a fun day when you turn on the streaming radio-not-radio that's really only radio because it's over wi-fi so there's an antenna involved, streaming into your beautiful unibody laptop into your beautiful unibody headphone amplifier into your beautiful headphones around the world of your ears and brain that does something delightfully abstract in exchange for vouchers predicated upon the future production levels of your planet.
The beat starts moving and you start moving, bopping up and down on the pneumatic cushion of your carefully calibrated office chair as you start to float down a solid channel of productivity writing things that a some people will read and only a couple will understand, but they're the right people with the right signatures and the right authorizations and that's the only thing that matters really.
So there you are listening to old standbys of your youth, while the new standbys of your middle age are coursing through your veins courtesy of the United States Pharmacopeia and trying to figure out where you left that notebook and coffee cup and extra dozen pens and the chinese-made rubik-esque speed cube that you're finally getting around to solving as the focus drugs finally hit your system.
Bring The Funk Back, Let's Go.
The beat starts moving and you start moving, bopping up and down on the pneumatic cushion of your carefully calibrated office chair as you start to float down a solid channel of productivity writing things that a some people will read and only a couple will understand, but they're the right people with the right signatures and the right authorizations and that's the only thing that matters really.
So there you are listening to old standbys of your youth, while the new standbys of your middle age are coursing through your veins courtesy of the United States Pharmacopeia and trying to figure out where you left that notebook and coffee cup and extra dozen pens and the chinese-made rubik-esque speed cube that you're finally getting around to solving as the focus drugs finally hit your system.
Bring The Funk Back, Let's Go.
