Alright, the two blogs have got 1 thing in common for a reason

And fine, the reason for that relates to someone who was born 114 years ago today, in Pottawatomie County, Oklahoma, before it was even a state, just, hence the obvious song. Though by the time this became a Musical she had long retired from dancing, and given she died somewhere in the first half (or so) of the 1950’s, she might even have been dead. Yes, Clara Johnson’s birthday today.

The amusing, and wonderful thing is that tomorrow morning marks, finally the MRI to try and see what is the matter with my brain. Well, I’d take the robot body, and an AI mind, but not sure they are available! But yes, Rotwang, if you see this, please…

What a couple  of friends are trying to arrange (given how slow the NHS is here) is to get me over to the US, and get my brain sorted out, as well as something else, long overdue to be dealt with too. One of the things that has been mentioned is getting me over there (quite possibly Oklahoma as Clara’s birth state, as I cant afford LA (can anyone?), and if I do, no prizes for working out my name if I  do, wouldnt that be fun. But yes, I always said I’d get the MRI done here first, so we knew the issue, but finally that happens tomorrow, and after that, I said I’d put my brain, and body in Kiefer’s hands, so…

Yes, at some point next year, Clara Elaine Johnson the second might be writing this in Oklahoma, maybe? Or somewhere else, though the only way it will be Hollywood is if I find someone to buy for me, lol

OK, video. OK, in more senses than one, lol! Well, unless Rotwang has done something to the MRI tube, lol?

Shuffle off to…?

Well, but for events of about 5 months ago, I’d now be thinking about a holiday in the US  next month, teaming up with Kate for a week or so. As to where it would have been, we will never know. At the time, prior to the first seizure, it was safe to say it was down to 2 options, New England, or possibly Oklahoma, for one very obvious reason. Yes, it might strictly be Kate’s home state, but it was someone else that I would have been going there for, also from that state, Clara Johnson! I suspect New England might have won out anyway, but we will never know for sure.

Mind, if someone has his way, I might be retiring to Oklahoma as Clara Johnson! No, I cant afford Los Angeles, which is where I’m certain her life ended, but anyway…But yes, I might (if even possible) retire as Clara Johnson, but somewhere slightly warmer in winter, lol! Someone might suggest Oregon, lol?

Its funny, I was watching a video on You Tube last week, the 50 cheapest cities to retire to in the US, and both the big cities in Oklahoma made the list. Mind, a lot of them were either in the ‘frozen’ north, or in that Deep South area which wouldnt be suitable for an LGBT lady like me! Yes, a reason why they are the cheapest areas, not the loveliest to live in.

The funny thing is, assuming I get cleared to fly to the US is now where my next trip will be? If it is later this year with Kate, a lot of the US, including New England is going to be a ‘bit’ chilly by then (given its not going to be September, and October is doubtful), but whether she will think something through, who knows? Otherwise I think Oregon might be possible, and I might end up a whole new woman, though doubtful that will be a robot one. Oh, I wish! Mind, I’d settle for an AI brain replacement for starters, lol. Now wouldnt that be fun? Even more so if it came complete with young, Clara Johnson body!

In truth, actual holiday plans now are more likely to be next year, but who knows? Getting back to the retirement list, as a link to the video, and to Clara Johnson, one from the frozen north list, Buffalo. I’ve got to be honest, this is one of very few sections of film that I’ve seen her in where she’s not dancing, once the musicals kicked in. Yes, its 42nd Street, she did dance in the film, a lot, but all she gets to do here is a little singing, and to look cute in a rail sleeper carriage, with another girl, little minx! Mind, I did once, a very long time ago shuffle off to Buffalo, but in a car, with my partner at the time. No, we split 20 years ago, and I have no idea where she is, if even still alive, as she was a bit older than me!

 

Girls just seem to be dumb

No, before anyone jumps to assumptions, this has nothing to do with bimbos, and entirely to do with me.

One thing I have discovered in the last month, and a bit, post seizures, is that I have good days, when both brain, and body work to a reasonable degree, and other days when one or other is misfiring a bit, and the odd day when neither are all that great. Then you have this morning.

To be honest, when I got up this morning to start the day properly (as opposed to the 2 bathroom breaks overnight), I felt a bit off. Well, bit is being kind, the brain was just about functioning, and that was it! I mean, I could joke about knowing what its like to be brainwashed, but fine, it wasnt that much fun, and besides, no one was actually in control of my mind, quite literally!

I just about managed to get enough co-ordination together to make my breakfast, take my meds, and things started to improve a bit after that. I wouldnt say its been my greatest day thoughts wise, but I’ve managed to do some reading, I’ve seemingly managed to do a couple of blogs, so I must have something going for me at least? But do anything complex today, no chance. Thankfully I havent got to worry about anything complex like work for at least a couple more months, probably a whole lot longer (like forever) in truth, but officially, for now…

I wonder what it would be like to be actually brainwashed? As in emptied mind, presumably only able to obey commands, and nothing more. I know, I’d probably like the process far too much, and knowing me, might even enjoy the outcome, if I was then able to consider the fact, which of course I shouldnt be! As I say, first thing this morning, it felt like my thought processes were going through a big ball of cotton wool, or candy floss, but I still knew who Eric was, and I was still able (just) to cope with the mechanism of making my breakfast. Totally brainwashed of course, all that would be beyond my skills.

The other option would be to go down the opposite route, an AI upgrade for my failing brain. I know, I wouldnt mind the full AI brain replacement in the slightest, lets face it. Even better if it came with an upgraded body as well, but besides that… Of course, what about the happy medium, an AI interface with my own brain. Still me, but when the brain goes AWOL, as per this morning, it could take full control, or more generally, when I just need a bit of help, it provides that. Yes, I could live with that, but I’m probably the only person who might still be tempted to go with the full robot option, lol.

But yes, if anyone has an AI system that they want to try in interface with my brain, or in place of my failed organic brain, count me in as a willing guinea pig! In the meanwhile, lets hope its working a bit more efficiently when I get up tomorrow morning.

OK, video time. No, not Cyndi Lauper, but a band I’ve enjoyed for a few years now, Postmodern Jukebox, and their version of the song, with a 1912 feel, which is ideal for me.

Working in the tech race?

Back when I was job hunting, one of the places I signed up to, was something called LinkedIn. Supposedly a good place to get yourself known to potential employers, and maybe it is for US folk, but the percentage of British people on there, is pretty minimal. Anyway, regardless, it played no part in me ever finding an interview, or potential job, but for some reason, unlike the employment agencies, I never dropped it once I was back in work.

One thing that happens from them, every Tuesday, is what I guess you could call the employment industry equivalent of the news headlines, and I still get all those emails. In truth, over the years, I’ve read numerous interesting articles because of this decision, and even made some comments over the years as well, which have got my profile looked at by numerous US folk, but obviously, no job offers! Too many immigration issues to offer an English woman a job, lol!

The obvious issue that seems to be coming up more of late, is that of AI taking the jobs of workers. Not so awful for those of us 5 years (or more likely less, given state of my spine) from retirement, but for the young workers of today, a pretty major issue. I’m not quite sure how AI, and robotics could do my job at present, too many decisions that have to be made, depending on the nature of the call, but I’m sure it will come in time. In truth, if some computer system can do my job, let me retire gracefully on disability issues, I’d be thrilled. But yes, I’m 61 next month, not 21, so a lot less to lose!

Oh fine, equally, if someone wants to come up with an AI interfacing body suit, ideally in metallic silver, that just needs my mind to make it function, but cuts out all my physical pains, then bring it on, I’ll wear it with pleasure. Fine, as a robot fetishist, I’d love it even more, but in truth, the lack of pain issue would sell it to me, regardless. So, if anyone has one of those, that they just need a willing human guinea pig to be fully interfaced with, contact me urgently, please! Even more so if it can turn me into a brilliant dancer in 4 weeks time, lol, though open to all offers now.

No, I wont expect to get crushed in the rush of offers, lol! I only wish I would!

OK, video time. One of the lesser known hits from the Specials, from the 80’s, hope you enjoy.

Artificial body, artificial mind?

OK, let me say that in terms of what I’m considering, this is purely in the realms of fantasy at this time. Maybe it will be possible in decades to come, but for now…

When you mention artificial intelligence (AI) to people, it seems to be a love, or hate issue. Some people see it as a massive benefit for all the good it will be able to do, both in a practical, and assistance sense. Others see it as something sinister, controlling, and big brother like. Oh fine, a robot wannabee submissive like me might (alright, would) enjoy being controlled by technology, but lets consider other matters.

The other artificial thing that people are busily trying to create, currently with limited success, is artificial bodies. For disabled people like myself, where it gets interesting would be some combination of both items. Just imagine if people could literally be given a new artificial body, rather than their disabled human one, wouldnt it be tempting to do a swap? I know, for me, a nice chrome robot body would be heaven, but lets assume that in the future, its possible for people to transfer to a human looking, but artificial body, how many disabled people would be tempted? I guess not all, but some would, I’m sure.

As to the AI side of things, I suspect how far that went would make people decide how far to go. If its a literal download of your own mind, into an artificial body, its going to be preferable to one that is purely AI, even if the ‘personality’ is based on yourself? But lets say its a combination thing, it is you, but you need an element of AI, for the artificial body to function, hmm?

I know, me, I’d love the full robot life, but I’m probably in a class of one on that, lol!

But just think, OK, its only a replica of yourself, but no pain issues, full mobility, and all that brings, well? Yes, I know, if only I could, even more so as my body continues to fail of its own accord.

So yes, AI has good points, it has bad points, but overall, what do you think?

Right, video time. Have you ever wondered what a sound check is like, at a pop concert. Well, this is your chance. It does mean you dont get the full song, but you get to see behind the scenes stuff. Besides which, its Seattle, its black and white, so…

Human, or machine?

I gather that at work, what must be the mind numbing task of recording each benefit, and the amount, for each customer, up to now, has had to be typed in by someone individually. It seems now that humans are going to be rescued from this boring task, by something called ‘Robot Automated Processing’ (or something similar), which will do all this very repetitive stuff, and not get bored in the process.

Sadly for me, though probably not for anyone else, this doesnt involve turning humans into robots, or anything interesting like that, it just simply enables people to be freed up to do something more worthwhile, and hopefully more interesting.

As you can imagine, discussion of this process, and my warped science fiction author mind, came up with a much more interesting concept for this.

Of course, if it was genuinely practical, and possible to turn humans into robots (oh, I wish), then I suspect some employers might be more interested in developing things in that direction, but anyway… For now, morals, and technology say no!

But, I wonder, if this sort of thing could be done, would I be the only person who would enjoy being transformed in this way, or are there others? Would others volunteer, or apart from me, would all have to be dragged to the robot transformation pods? Might be a few others, I guess?

No, this wont be affecting my line of work just yet, and probably by the time its capable of that level of AI, I will be retired, given I have at most, about 5 and a half years to go before then! Even that assumes my back holds out that long, or an opportunity arises to do something else, well…? Mind, I do wonder if I would feel the same way if the opportunity arose, or I’m only so keen on it because its not currently practical, who knows? I’m pretty sure that yes, I would be, but unless it happens…?

OK, video time. No, I know this sounds like OMD, but it isnt. Yes, its the lead singer, and they did record this, many years later, but this is the original Elektric Music version of the song. Kraftwerk meets OMD, quite literally!

Born too late, or is it too early?

One of the subject matters on one of the forums I visit this morning, was the matter of how AI is developing, and how it will lead in the next 50 years or so, to cybernetic/robot bodies for us to upgrade into, if we so wish, and lets face it, I would be one of those who would jump at the chance. And yes, thats what someone pointed out, saying that I had to be ready for that day to come around, and get downloaded into a lovely robot body

However, as I gently pointed out to him, unless it actually happens within, realistically, the next 10 years, its all going to be too late for me. I know, I might last a bit longer than that, though given all my physical issues now, I’m not sure I really want to, in this body at least! As for the best part of 50 years time, then yes, I’ll be long forgotten for sure, given I have no family to worry about me, once I go!

But yes, 20, or 30 years younger, and who knows, I might have got my wish? Of course, as this would have meant I didnt grow up with the likes of the early Star Trek, Dr Who, and the Carry On films (with their brainwashing, and wax work creation stuff), I might have felt differently about it all. Equally, Metropolis might have hooked me on the idea anyway, lol!

So fine, practically, if I have one last acting role in me, and I cant see any rush to provide it, then yes, I’d love to play a robot, or an alien, complete with really good outfit. Or fine, any decent outfit, but you get my drift! 😉 Equally, a chance to play a flapper, again, wouldnt say no!

Or was I just born too late? Yes, I know, I’d have missed out on all these modern delights of life, but fine, I would have loved to have been a flapper in the 1920’s. Or equally, around the movie scene in the 1930’s in some role, a lot like Clara Johnson, either in acting extra roles, or with luck (and some unknown dancing skills), a chorus line dancer, or maybe more?

Equally, there are some that would say I would have enjoyed life as a 50’s housewife, which lets face it, is where the whole Stepford Wife image was created from, they’d be right! Even better as a real Stepford Wife, lol!

Which of course brings us back to the point mentioned at the start of this blog, the dutiful robot wives of the future. Sadly, by that point, some 50 years on, I’ll be gone, in this life at least. But maybe, next time around…?

Right, tonight’s video. This is a very old song (originally released the year I was born, 1958), and sadly, no film of the Pony Tails performing it on You Tube could be found. But I found this instead. I know nothing of the group, but its live, its of decent quality, so…