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• All You Can Enjoy

  Posted at 9:28 pm by kayewer, on April 11, 2026

  Today was a girls’ day out, and I spent an enjoyable day with two long-time friends at a huge smorgasbord and gift shop. Some of it I spent eating, a lot of it sharing conversation, and a little shrinking my paycheck funds. This is the kind of outing that is becoming rare, but we find time to spend with each other whenever possible, and this was one of the nicest Saturdays this year.

  The three of us arrived in time to have an early pre-dinner packed with everything an empty stomach could wish for. Utensils are one set per person, but plates are dutifully taken away as we went to get fresh ones and fill up with as much food as we could hold. None of us had eaten so much before, being seniors and watching our waistlines as they grow in spite of dieting.

  I started reasonably enough with seafood: salmon served at a cooking station, followed by helpings from hot trays brimming with fried shrimp, cod, crabmeat stuffed fish and plenty of sides. The next plate was piled with vegetables, including broccoli, peas, Brussels sprouts, carrots, mushrooms and mixed beans. The one thing I avoided was salad, since I ate salads all week. Plate three included chicken tenders, baked potato, crab cakes and more sides. Finally, the meal ended with plentiful desserts of key lime and apple pie, chocolate cake and specialty puddings.

  Then we shopped. The gift shop is the size of a department store emporium and populated with collectibles and local crafts. We each have a favorite artist, and we grabbed a cart to take a tour around the building and choose our bounty to take home. I looked at wind chimes and found the pricing a bit steep, so I made a few choices of my favorite collectibles, and my companions narrowed their selections down to some much-desired items. By the time we left, we had hands filled with bags (and one large box for an oversized collectible that had no bag to fit in).

  The best part of the outing was the camaraderie and conversation, which I’ve lacked for most of the past three months. Bad weather and my return to the office have upended my life this winter, but we were able to make time at last to spend together, and the April weather didn’t make it difficult. The drive was calm, the crowds reasonable, and the overall experience was pleasant.

  It’s nice for once to not have a negative thing to say, and we should find ways to bring such joy into our lives as we move from a brutal winter into a (so far) promising spring. Fill your plates with happiness, let your tummies gurgle with delight and your soul sing from the enlightenment of interactions with others.

  And it’s okay to burp.

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• Easter Weekend

  Posted at 5:29 pm by kayewer, on April 4, 2026

  I probably just offended some people with the title of my post this week. After all, only a select portion of the world’s population is Christian, and even some orthodox religions celebrate Easter on a different day on the calendar. It’s not their Easter. To be fair, Easter is also ecumenical with the required bunny and other spring newborn animals, as well as tulips and hyacinths and candy which have nothing to do with holy miracles or affirmations of divinity.

  A comic mentioned in his stand-up that we Americans tend to be non-confrontational about religion, so when the school-age folks get a week off this time of year, we call it “spring break,” just as the Christmas to New Year’s vacation is “winter break.” Whether you sit around playing video games all week, go to a recreational hotspot or catch up on movies in a theater (which I hear is big on Christmas and known jokingly as “Jewish People Go to the Movies Day”), it’s all good. As long as you don’t mention the “C” word or the “E” word, depending on the season.

  It’s strange how Ramadan just ended, and that is, from what I hear, a much stricter period of faith-based deprivation, yet Lent is given second place among social awareness sources. The fasting rules are different, but the people practicing them seem to have equal faith that what they are doing is good, obedient, and uplifting to one’s soul. Why can’t we exchange “happy holiday” greetings with the names they were given?

  I worked with a Muslim and was able to discover that wishing them a good Ramadan is okay coming from me (what being an infidel or something like that). I don’t take offense if somebody I know doesn’t celebrate Easter wishes me a happy Easter. It’s social connection. It’s good manners. It brings us together with something fleeting yet common to most humans: a special day. It’s special to at least one person in the world if they were merely born on that day. What’s the big deal?

  Since we just learned (or we ignored) the fact that Reese’s candy has been called out by the founder’s family for changing the original formula to a more synthetic combo of fake sub-par chocolate and peanut butter, maybe we’re starting to turn the tide toward what used to be called REALITY. Hershey has promised to repair the damage within the year, so maybe by next Easter, our peanut butter cup spring treats will be better.

  Meanwhile, since I’m being snarky, I would like to misquote a certain South Park character:

  Hey there, all you non-Christians, happy ***bleeping*** Easter.
  Have some potato salad and some fake chocolate bunny ears.
  If you didn’t know it yet, Jesus rose today.
  So, watch some four-hour epic films and ***bleeping*** celebrate!
  

  Have a nice Sunday, whatever you do.

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• To Go Quietly

  Posted at 7:30 pm by kayewer, on March 28, 2026

  Some weeks it is more difficult to find happiness in the news than others. This past week my heart broke for a woman named Noelia Castillo Ramos, a young woman of 25 from Spain. It’s alleged she was brutalized, possibly on two or three occasions. After the last degrading incident in October 2022, in desperation she jumped from a building to bring an end to her psychological torment, only to survive with partial paralysis and chronic pain.

  A policy in the country known as the Organic Law Regulating Euthanasia is available to put an end to interminable suffering, and Noelia applied in 2024 for the right to decide her own fate. Her petition was challenged by her father and a group of Christian lawyers who argued that she did not have the mental clarity to make such a decision. Three courts overruled the father’s protests. In one of her last interviews, Noelia said the decision was personal, and she did not want to appear as a torch bearer for euthanasia as a solution for anybody else but herself under her circumstances.

  On Thursday, March 26, Noelia voluntarily received an infusion of intravenous drugs designed to bring about a painless end. Her mother and a close friend were denied entry to be with her. She chose to leave life by herself.

  Of the more than 1100 people in Spain who chose euthanasia, only two were younger than her by 2-3 years.

  It’s not just the tragedy of somebody departing this world so young and aware of what tortures this life can bring, but the fact that none of the alleged assailants were ever brought to trial. There also remain questions about quality of life when the mind is clouded by images of inhuman indulgences and the body bombarded by jolts of pain from within (or worse, rendered lifeless by the disconnect of nerves and muscle response).

  Why is it we are so used to hearing about man’s inhumanity to man, yet we balk at some people’s attempts to humanely bring an end to themselves? Who are we to determine that one or the other is more abominable? Noelia’s suffering is over, and several men who hastened her end are walking free for all we know, when they are the true criminals.

  We cannot find more happy news if we ignore and do nothing about the bad news.

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• Always Rolling

  Posted at 3:19 pm by kayewer, on March 21, 2026

  I have spoken about toilet tissue before, because it’s something that we Americans understand collectively as a unifying subject that we all need and use. Along with bread, milk and eggs, the past two months were big sales periods for booty wipes. The only exception to that unity being the ongoing debate of whether your roll should be installed under or over (for the sake of argument, the patent for TP showed the roll going over).

  That argument has been reinforced recently by none other than Charmin, the pop culture TP of choice in millions of households. 1.22 billion dollars in revenue annually are pocketed by Proctor & Gamble for both the Ultra Soft and Ultra Strong varieties. The “Mega Roll” concept of paper products which don’t run out quickly was also a part of the Charmin experience, with bold callouts on the packages saying this roll is the equivalent of so many of the regular variety.

  Well, now the folks at P&G have outdone themselves with what they call the “Forever Roll.”

  Sure, you say, nothing lasts forever. This behemoth of a roll of Charmin may come rather close. It consists of a foot in diameter roll of 1700 sheets (32 times the number of an average TP roll), and a starter kit comes with a pair plus a weighted free-standing dispenser base and pole with spool for around $30. The average two-person household, it is said, would take one month to go through one entire roll.

  I saw boxes of the starter kit at the market. It reminded me of the discount club’s multi-pack, which I only need to buy periodically. The box the kit comes in is large and as unwieldy as the plastic-wrapped big pack, but you only need to endure purchasing it once. If, like me, you have a small bathroom with no floor space for the equivalent of a tricycle tire suspended from a large pin, you can go on the Charmin website and find a screw-in wall mount or an adhesive version. I can’t imagine even 3M can come up with an adhesive that would hold the 2-pound spool, and apparently there is an extra-large(r) roll available as well. Just like the Mega Roll with the optional adaptor for wall mounting, there is something for everybody.

  The roll is mounted flush, so the end always goes over. This may disturb roll under purists, who may then switch to whether the roll goes clockwise or counterclockwise.

  The burning question is, how will this huge institutional-sized household product fare among the masses? Will it bring relief to those with a compromised digestive system and the need for frequent rest stops? What will cats make of it? Will Mischief Night in October become too big a problem? Will mummies be grateful?

  Inquiring minds may not care, but I submit the facts for you to enjoy or discard as you see fit.

  It’s a wrap.

  Or a wipe.

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• A Good Rabbit Hole

  Posted at 3:35 pm by kayewer, on March 14, 2026

  Social media makes it easy to get distracted. The volume of posts being sent around our global online sources is beyond counting. We see people daily who sit (or even walk) while scrolling endlessly. Many of the stories are emotionally charged, but if you’ve seen one true crime video, you’ve seen the next week’s worth.

  What I found while checking my video feed one day, however, blew my mind.

  I saw a header about deodorants which warned that the video contained a list of deadly underarm products. In the past few years, I had been using what I figured was a safe product, because it was aluminum-free, so I was curious to see if it was on the list of products which were tested and proven. I took a few minutes of my time to watch.

  My brand was on the naughty list. On the recommendation of the video, I switched brands and am happier with what I’m using now. It doesn’t slide onto my skin with slippery agents, but it also applies easily and lasts longer and better than before. It’s also composed of safer ingredients than the brand I had thought had a history of safety. Instead, my new/old school choice was reformulated to increase the possibility of cancer. Who knew?

  It seems many of our products have become victimized by corporate cost-cutting, in a manner similar to how our healthcare needs are now settled in a boardroom instead of at a dying person’s bedside. The FDA apparently doesn’t regulate in the manner we would expect, so many products banned elsewhere in the world are liberally used in things we buy, and with little study or oversight. Often the result is neither, but those in charge simply look the other way.

  We are a country of misguided consumers, and folks in suits and ludicrously expensive homes and vehicles are printing up the signage.

  What becomes a piece of merchandise for health purposes may have been created in a laboratory rather than a kitchen. That oat-based moisturizer you slather on your skin, thinking it’s a healthy product, is actually a small (as in single) percent oats and the rest chemical compounds and scents to mask their odor. Imagine putting a derivative of crude oil on your skin to add moisture. It doesn’t do the job and, in fact, the product blocks your pores and does nothing to nourish skin. Some of the additives, the video revealed, are too large to be absorbed into pores, so your skin remains dry and needs more product. Which pays the manufacturers more money.

  Since that day of revelation, I’ve watched a few more videos. The narrative can be uneven, and the soundtrack repetitive, but the information appears to be well-researched and is based on actual studies. It also mentions past court cases in which the companies responsible needed to pay huge settlements for deceptive practices. A big one is Johnson & Johnson’s talc lawsuit for the use of asbestos in their talcum powder. Their baby products also contain chemical derivatives. The companies destroy our trust while still making money from labels they are apparently under no obligation to alter. When you look at the labels of the products you use, what do they tell you? Look on the back instead. Read the ingredient list.

  Videos of this nature–the creator of this series, which I feel safe to recommend, is called Dishclosure and appears on YouTube–show up right next to the Karen in the wild stories and cute cat clips, and seek to bring some reality to an otherwise sugar-coated fantasyland of society’s foibles being beamed on a small screen into our subconscious.

  If we learn how we are being taken advantage of by big-name companies, we might be able to save our skins. Literally.

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• Totaling the Damages

  Posted at 3:10 pm by kayewer, on March 7, 2026

  This week saw the end (we hope) of the severe winter weather. By the time Friday arrived in its own sweet time, the entire block had melted except for random piles which were solidified and needed extra time to surrender to the high temperatures.

  My front lawn was the site of two of those piles.

  I have been a suburban neighborhood resident nearly my entire life, and one of the unwritten rules of the realm is that anything standing out on your property is suspicious. This means that the last vestiges of snow on my lawn served as a reminder that we just had winter, and it drew unnecessary attention to my home. This could not be tolerated, but what to do about the problem?

  My best guess was to offer a gentle coaxing of the snow piles so they would go quietly into that puddle of water and leave my entire lawn green as before the first flakes covered it in late January.

  The first attempt involved breaking up the piles with my snow removal tools, spreading the white topography around and thinning it out to expose more surfaces to the climbing temperatures. The effect was good, but gradual.

  I had been gifted an electric kettle which I have been using to prepare my morning cup of tea, and I realized it was the perfect way to concoct a faster answer to my snow woes. I filled that vessel to the maximum, then took the kettle of boiling water out to the snow pile and poured it strategically through the peaks and drifts. The satisfaction of watching the snow melt away was liberating. I went back again later to do the same.

  Somebody who might have been watching probably thought I had lost my marbles. I didn’t care. Better to be without marbles and snow-free like everybody else.

  Today there is a slight winding trace of snow left on the lawn, and it’s obvious that it won’t go without a fight. Fortunately the temperatures are high enough that it will disappear entirely in hours, bringing the storms of this winter to a conclusion. Whether it will be twelve hours or 48, I can’t be sure, but I won’t miss it.

  The melting snow also brought a surprise. Nestled among the landscaping, I found what appeared to be a piece of paper blown in by the heavy winds of the blizzard, but it turned out to be a small envelope containing a bracelet I had ordered and considered lost in transit a few weeks ago. The seller had never provided a tracking number or status update, so I had started to give up hope of receiving it. The item wasn’t valuable at all, but had it still not come within the week, I would have looked into replacement. The contents were dry and intact in spite of the foot and a half of white stuff which had apparently buried it for what I guess is two weeks or more.

  Other than a holly tree limb which broke under the weight of the snow, things are back to normal. My trash cans are accessible again, the impossible pile of driveway snow that affected my putting out the trash also melted away (and faster than the patch on the lawn). The birds are being fed from the feeders instead of on the icy ground, and the first jonquils of the season are even starting to pop up in the garden. A trace of spring has come to the land, and it’s a reason to breathe a sigh of relief as March vanquishes the winter blues of January and February.

  The best things are often worth waiting for, but I think we all agree that two months was two too many. Let’s hope 2027 will be milder and more tolerable.

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• Melting Away Slowly

  Posted at 7:07 pm by kayewer, on February 28, 2026

  It appears we have experienced what could be called a “proper” winter this year. We had record-setting snowfall and temperature drops, sleet, ice, and the Olympics. The month of March promises to be a last hurrah for Old Man (or should we call him Elderly?) Winter, and warmer climates are promised in the coming week after a brief period of uncertainty in which we may receive more sleet and snow before all rain possibly melts away the remnants of the two big storms we had in two months.

  Unfortunately, I live on the wrong side of the block, with the sun casting shadows from behind our homes, so everybody on my side still has piles of leftover snow on the front lawns, while those on the other side are almost fully green except for a few leftover high white spots from shoveling. They’re the lucky ones. They can put winter behind them and start decorating for spring.

  My driveway is still patchy with piles of what I needed to slide off my car to go to work. For a full month, after the blizzard at the end of January, I couldn’t even open my side door because of a mound of solid ice which had drifted into a permanent statue on the steps. My gate was frozen in place, and I couldn’t even reach the bird feeders and resorted to scattering seeds atop the ice for them.

  I remember the famous blizzard of 1978, when it seemed like the last vestiges of that white stuff removal nightmare lingered into May. Parking lots in shopping centers still held corners piled high with condemned, compacted crystals blackened by car exhaust and sporting the occasional discarded paper cup.

  Sometimes it really does seem that winter won’t throw in the towel at all. Until the first crocuses bloom, or the trees sport the first buds, and it’s possible to step out the front door without a sweater, and the heating bills don’t make you faint. For those of us who are not fond of coexisting with winter, these are the rewards of patience and perseverance.

  For those of you unwilling to retire your skis to the closet for another season, may I suggest the South Pole?

  Truly, I have had enough of the season. It’s time for daffodils and tulips and lots of greenery.

  By the end of the week, I hope to have my front lawn back. If not, I will personally go out and shovel it away and into my back yard where the sun will make short work of it all. Let my neighbors look at me like I’ve gone senile. Perhaps I am nuts. Nuts for warm weather, bright colors and robins.

  Winter, begone!

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• Comfort(unst)able

  Posted at 3:07 pm by kayewer, on February 21, 2026

  This week seems to be a repeat of a month ago, as we prepare for another winter weather assault which may be a record-setting blizzard. If you recall, at the end of January, we had a major storm event. The piles of snow lingered until just this past week, when temperatures climbed high enough to melt much (but not all) of it and reveal lawns for many residents. Today has been mild and quiet except in groceries throughout as the milk/bread/eggs/toilet paper crowd descends to stock up in case two or three days go by without the ability to go anywhere.

  Fortunately I had bread and milk, and being a member of a bulk buy club, I have TP enough to last until the spring. I did buy eggs and produce today. Now all that’s left is to hunker down all day Sunday and pray hard for no turbulence.

  Many people wonder if this wild weather is the result of climate change, and that idea is definitely not far-fetched. The more mess we make on our planet, the more Mother Nature needs to do to keep up with it. When we used to have grocery stores the size of the average CVS today, and packaging which degraded in a landfill, extreme weather didn’t seem to be as common. Now we are in an age of huge mega-stores with the most bizarre products sold in indestructible plastics, and landfills brimming with junk for whom nobody wants to take responsibility.

  It’s estimated that a little more than every 15 hours, we fill the AT&T Stadium in Arlington, TX (home to the Dallas Cowboys) with plastic trash. In my county, we only recycle type 1 and type 2 plastics. Sometimes there are no designations on the container, so the general guideline is “When in doubt, throw it out.” This means anything other than type 1 or 2 goes heaven knows where. This is why I have been conscious of takeout containers and how I dispose of them. Fortunately a few of my favorites are now composed of plant-based materials guaranteed to compost by itself, or paper which will turn to pulp.

  If we start counting on the bottomless oceans to accept what we don’t want to handle (as in repurpose or destroy), eventually we will run out of space, and it would take more than an episode of a show such as Hoarders to fix the problem.

  What this all means is that our waste generates a challenge to natural events. Gasses and runoff poison our planet, and precipitation is part of the way the Earth is cleansed. There must be a correlation somewhere. Our record-breaking storms have all seemed to come in the modern era. The biggest recorded storm was in 1888 with some 50 inches of white stuff burying everything, but we’ve had a few since the 1970s to be as inconvenient as that epic disaster.

  Anyway, this second part of the wrath of nature 2026 again threatens to affect millions of people, and so we must come together and hope for a reasonably good outcome and begin digging out from the snowdrifts come Monday into Tuesday. Again. Deja vu.

  Yet another storm front is being watched for the start of March.

  Those of you who love snow, better you than me. I’ll be staying inside where (I hope) I can stay warm.

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• Hearts and Flowers

  Posted at 5:03 pm by kayewer, on February 14, 2026

  Today is Valentine’s Day. For me, it’s a Saturday like any other. I’m not going to complain about being single, because that got old a long time ago and accomplishes nothing. What I will do is be pragmatic about what this holiday means for not just me, but for a variety of people.

  In the good old days when I took a train to work, I would see men going home on the 5:00 express with balloons and roses in their hands. Sometimes they seemed happy about it. Sometimes it was difficult to read their emotions. They did make the effort, and I imagined the women they went home to and the joy that came with the simple act of remembering the love sparked between them.

  On the other hand, I just read earlier today about a man who, upon hearing a random stranger’s compliment about how pretty his girlfriend was, went home and argued with her about it, and ended up breaking her eye socket.

  Why this particular holiday has turned into such a polarizing event is unclear. One thing is certain, and it’s that love and interpersonal relationships are not what they used to be.

  Once upon a time, love was simple. One person found the presence of another to be a thrill beyond measure. They met, they dated, they possibly became close friends or even partners, leading to marriage and a future filled with all the things life is made of.

  For some people, there is no simplicity to love. Back when it was an elementary school tradition to decorate shoeboxes with colorful applications and cut a delivery slot in the top for the big day, there were always one or two students whose boxes were empty. It was accepted. No effort was made to fix it. It was a fact of life that some people were simply not eligible for the basics of human compassion.

  Somehow the evolution of women also meant that men grew to resent us somewhat. We went from Rosie the Riveter who stepped up to do abandoned jobs when the men went to war in Europe and the Pacific in World War II, to the perfectly put-together housewife in a dress and apron with dinner, alcohol and a smoke ready for the hard-working man of the house upon his return. Then came the era of “free love” and rebellion, but human sexuality was still mentioned with restraint, followed by the evolution of openness about everything. It seems now that both genders have access to more information (and misinformation) than before.

  And we get stories about the father-to-be playing video games while the mother is in active labor or passing out when they show an interest in the process and realize how much actually comes out from something they, um, put in, nine months ago. And they get annoyed about it and lose respect for women. On the flipside, new mothers dealing with gaming addicts for fathers are not in any better situation.

  So, once a year we turn all the craziness into a box of candy (which is infuriatingly artificial and overpriced) and a bunch of roses forced in greenhouses and wrapped in pink and red for presentation’s sake. And this is supposed to be an expression of love.

  Whatever happened to human values? Respect and dignity are a part of love as much as that frisson coming from being struck by Cupid’s arrow. The poor woman who had her eye rearranged just because somebody said she was pretty is spending the day recovering. Some will endure abusive relationships, while others may be lucky enough to receive an affirmation of what should be true love.

  Why everybody doesn’t deserve such luck is one reason why I’m spending yet another Valentine’s Day alone. Whatever you’re doing, here’s hoping it at least doesn’t leave anything (including a heart) broken.

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• Free Secretary

  Posted at 3:24 pm by kayewer, on February 7, 2026

  I’m old enough to remember when high schools held typing classes. The business education room consisted of row after row of desks with huge and heavy IBM Selectric (R) typewriters perched on top. They were metal and weighed between 30 and 50 pounds, which was a task suited more to the maintenance workers (no IT back then) than the young women like me to try and move around. Even sliding one on the desk was a challenge.

  The machines came in colors such as blue, black and red, with stationary keys embedded in the top and a “golf ball” style interchangeable font device which snapped in place. The design meant no sideways moving parts, which was a miracle of modern technology then. Other typewriters had a platen or cylinder which moved from right to left as the typist completed each line and required a manual shift up to the next line of type and a return to the right. The type ball/golf ball instead moved internally from left to right and positioned itself to imprint the characters on the page as the keys were pressed, striking the inked ribbon in front of the paper inside.

  Anybody from GenX or younger is probably aware that their mouths are stuck open right about now.

  Young high school women trained in basic typing skills, and we had contests for speed and accuracy. Our grade system gave an A to speeds of 60 words per minute or better. Rumor had it that a nearby high school only required 50 words per minute. By the time I was 20, I had graduated to over 90, thanks in no small part to my high school typing class, and the high bar they set.

  So why did we take typing classes? We were anticipating working in administrative roles such as secretaries or clerks, which required typing letters, meeting notes and corporate materials. IBM had cornered three quarters of the business market by the 1980s, so we were graduating with an almost guaranteed skill we could use right away.

  Of course, clerical and secretarial positions in the workplace are not what they used to be. 96 percent of administrative assistants (the modern job title) are still women, but typing has moved from navigating those toddler-weight behemoths to computers one can carry in a hand. Children in elementary school learn basic keyboarding. The role of the woman professionally dressed in a blouse and skirt clicking away is nearly gone.

  Why do I bring this up?

  I was recently tasked at work with taking customer calls to back up a growing queue during severe weather. One of the incoming call options enabled the customer to receive a callback based on their place in the queue, so they wouldn’t need to hold. In the time many people spend what they consider an annoying amount of time on hold, they might have typed 90 words per minute. Or won a round of the latest video game.

  As I was taking one of these incoming callbacks, I received a voice message asking me to identify myself for the person whom I was calling.

  The person’s phone was the secretary, without the front desk, typewriter or keyboard. The device was screening its user’s calls so they could accept or reject me. A few calls came through like that. One even acknowledged my name when relaying the message, which I found slightly creepy.

  All those years of perfecting my typing skills so I could sit at a desk and interact with people, replaced by a digital entity.

  Makes me regret never having bought an IBM typewriter.

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