Well, it’s Friday, the 13th of January, and I don’t have any idea what to write or what to write about today, but I’m writing anyway, as you can plainly tell. That’s a metaphor for life if there ever was one, don’t you think?
Of course, I could write a bit about the fact that it is Friday the 13th, but I’ve mentioned that previously, and it’s not all that interesting. There’s no such thing as an unlucky day or an unlucky number; that’s all just superstitious, magical “thinking” stupidity. But there are numbers that are interesting, and the the prime numbers are interesting to me. I feel a sort of peculiar, protective affection for 13, since so many silly humans think it’s an unlucky number.
For similar reasons, I’m slightly less fond of 7 than I am of most other prime numbers. It’s sort of the numerical equivalent of Prince Harry or, to pick an older comparison, Paris Hilton*. It’s already receiving plenty of attention and support, far more than it deserves, so I won’t waste my effort.
There was an update overnight to my phone’s operating system, and now some “buttons” such as the return key, are no longer slightly-rounded rectangles but are more precisely slightly rectangular ovals. I don’t like it. The background colors are also slightly altered, and that’s frustrating, too.
In addition, the app buttons are changed, including the text app, and the phone is trying to push all sorts of new apps that it recommends “for me”…but of course, it’s not actually for me (or for you in case you think otherwise) it’s actually for the companies that make the apps, who have paid a premium to have those apps promoted.
The system forces you to go through their stupid update-based notice thingy to decide on new apps, and many are pre-checked, so you have to opt out of them actively. Similarly with their “bookshelf” function or whatever it is, and when you close the apps, the screen doesn’t go away, you have to dismiss it separately, which makes no sense and was not that way before. The people responsible for all this should be burned to death with flame throwers as soon as possible.
I don’t know why companies do that sort of thing. Gmail has done it with its updates, turning all the nice, well-demarcated shapes with edges and corners into soft, gooey, Play-Doh looking things, as if they really are trying to “child-proof” the world. I don’t enjoy change without good purpose, and I think there are good reasons not to enjoy it. If something is functioning reasonably well, most changes will be for the worse, especially if optimality is something not simply and easily achieved.
Just look at genetic mutations to get a clear example. In an organism that’s functioning well enough to survive and reproduce in its environment, most changes in general are not going to be beneficial. That’s one reason I hate social movements that say they are pushing for “change”. Well, what kind of change, in particular? I mean, the global Covid pandemic was/is a change; the war in Ukraine is a change; the diminishing respect for rule of law and the constraints of the U S Constitution are changes; an asteroid impact that wiped out civilization entirely would be a change.
Well, that last one would be beneficial, so it’s probably a poor example.
Anyway, I wish that people like Android** and Google (are they part of the same company?) and Microsoft and all those would reserve their updates to those changes that are at least attempts to improve functionality, not cosmetic nonsense or transparent and pushy marketing. It’s very irritating to get used to the color scheme and key layout of a computer system and then wake up to find that it’s different, as are some of the basic functions, and for no good reason.
Even the icons to start writing and to save writing on the Google Docs app are different colors. Why? I mean it would be one thing if the previous color were some frequency of X-rays, and using the app was causing cataracts and retinal deterioration and even ocular cancer. But it was just a sort of neutral blue or gray color, and was reasonably pleasant. Now it’s sort of a yellowy orangey beige that looks vaguely like something you might heave out after you’ve already vomited all the food contents of your stomach but your body still wants to throw up some more.
It’s unnecessary. I don’t like surprises, usually even when they’re positive ones. And this is not a positive one.
Oh, well. What else is new (ha ha)? I had a brief glimmer of hope that my enforced change of commute might come to an end today, but it looks like that isn’t happening. I’m not really surprised, but I am mildly disappointed, and it doesn’t help my energy level.
Oh, I did have a slightly interesting thought about Friday the 13th, thinking of the movies by that name as compared to the Halloween movies. I had thought for a brief moment that at least the Halloween movies are named after an actual holiday, and it was also one that comes around a bit more often than Friday…the…
…then I caught myself, because I know that any month that begins on a Sunday is going to have a Friday the 13th in it. And on average, one in seven months will begin on a Sunday, and so there will be, on average, just under 2 Friday the 13ths every year‒the day, not the movies, thankfully. And in non leap years, if February has a Friday the 13th, so will March! So there are quite a few more Fridays the 13th than there are Halloweens.
Just imagine if we had 2 Halloweens every year. Wouldn’t that be great?
Anyway, that’s a lot of writing about nothing. I apologize for the last few days, and for my foolish notions of seeking help, when I don’t think I deserve, or merit, or am worthy of help, or frankly that it would be a good use of anyone’s resources. Also, I probably would/will not know how to accept help. Sting had a great line from one of his songs*** that feels pertinent to this: “And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land, and struggle to avoid any help at hand.”
Of course, if someone could offer me a goodly dose of Valium and Fentanyl that I could use in a pinch to make a basically painless exit, that might at least be worth keeping in my pocket, just in case. But otherwise, I can’t really imagine doing anything that would involve serious changes. I don’t like change, and I don’t like surprises, and I particularly don’t like phone calls out of the blue, especially from someone who has in the past made me feel guilty for being depressed. It all just stresses me out and makes me feel worse about myself.
I mean, if my son or daughter called me, that would be a different matter. That would be brilliant. But I would be deeply ashamed if they did so out of a sense of obligation rather than just because they wanted to do it.
I don’t know what the hell I’m getting at. Nothing much, probably. Anyway, it’s Friday, and I don’t work this weekend, so you shouldn’t be seeing any new blog posts from me before Monday at the soonest. If something catastrophic‒depending on one’s point of view‒happens and I don’t write anything even on Monday, well…that’s a change that most people wouldn’t find too unpleasant, unlike the stupid muddy, puss-like color and shape changes on the phone apps and keyboard.
*Interesting…both examples have “initials” P. H.
**And that name doesn’t makes sense. Android means “man-shaped” and nothing about the operating system or the phones is man-shaped. Even their little symbol isn’t really man-shaped. I’m android. Nothing about the phone system is.