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Slowly entering the 20th century…

…I’m not quite ready for the 21st century just yet.

We still just use our phone as a —you know— a phone.

The only internet access we have is a Rogers ‘Rocket Stick’ (if you use more than 12 gig a month, the costs ‘rocket’ and they ‘stick’ you with the bill).

So no YouTube or Netflix, we don’t have cable or satellite.

Our primary source of heat is still the wood stove and we still live out in the country where we regularly have power outages and frequently have no running water…


…I have a new Wacom Cintiq 13HD drawing tablet:

I had decided —for reasons too numerous and boring to go into here— that I would colour the ‘Absent Cat’ pages on the computer and that things would go much faster if I used the right equipment.

So far, so good, I think.



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  1. Shame you don’t use YouTube as you can’t hear it but you might still like the lyrics of this song by the Kinks written by Ray Davies …

    This is the age of machinery,
    A mechanical nightmare,
    The wonderful world of technology,
    Napalm hydrogen bombs biological warfare,
    This is the twentieth century,
    But too much aggravation
    It’s the age of insanity,
    What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem.
    Ain’t got no ambition, I’m just disillusioned
    I’m a twentieth century man but I don’t wanna be here.
    My mama said she can’t understand me
    She can’t see my motivation
    Just give me some security,
    I’m a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century.

    You keep all your smart modern writers
    Give me William Shakespeare
    You keep all your smart modern painters
    I’ll take Rembrandt, Titian, Da Vinci and Gainsborough,
    Girl we gotta get out of here
    We gotta find a solution
    I’m a twentieth century man but I don’t want to die here.
    I was born in a welfare state
    Ruled by bureaucracy
    Controlled by civil servants
    And people dressed in grey
    Got no privacy got no liberty
    Cos the twentieth century people
    Took it all away from me.
    Don’t wanna get myself shot down
    By some trigger happy policeman,
    Gotta keep a hold on my sanity
    I’m a twentieth century man but I don’t wanna die here.

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