I’m broke as hell… but not that broke. Please go here https://www.redcross.org/donate/index.jsp?donateStep=2&itemId=prod10002 (or click the photo) to give - they’re going to need a lot of disaster relief supplies.
Bored and Procrastinating
Things I do while I should be writing.
I made this for a Facebook post about link-bait, and I like it more than the post. This right here is why I sometimes hate Facepage. (Related)
Will Ross - Goodreads
Author of One Eighteen, Broetry, Cattywompus, The Schoolwork of Bobby “Space Panda Fighter” Anderson, and tl;dr
If you do the Goodreads thing I’ve finally got all the books up there, and my profile filled out. If you don’t, here is a video of a fox on a trampoline for your time.
-w
tl;dr: Will Ross: Amazon.com: Kindle Store
Got another jailbreak - this time tl;dr is going to be free from 5/13 to 5/17. For the people unfamiliar, I burn all my free marketing days at once at the start of every quarter to give people who are as broke as me the chance to read my stuff (which may be a punishment, bear in mind.)
I just can’t get behind having a minimum level of wealth before someone is “allowed” to be a fan. It helps with reviews and stuff too, plus I basically eat ramen and orange soda (I know right? I’m gonna die at 40!) so my cost of doing buisiness is like nothin’. I’m just happy to be read.
Anyway, go get it. It’s funny, and God knows the price is right.
-w
This has my views on personal use “piracy.”
I’m not a good guy, I’m a villain buying ‘carbon credits.’
I gave my cat drugs.
Will Ross’ Last Video (Impossible Astronaut’s Day, 4/23/2013)
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Oh shit it’s a-
(the set)
BLACKING OUT (Stop CISPA)
http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2417983,00.asp
Wire-Drunk
by Will Ross
I am not separate from the data.
The data are energy.
I am energy.
I am data.
My hard drive is a collection of neurons more powerful than any supercomputer.
My operating system coded into my DNA.
Minds press together through the monitor, and join.
Two become one.
Ten become one.
Ten thousand become one.
Consensus.
Contentious consensus.
No consensus.
When the mind pulls away, it is again a singular unit.
But it remembers.
And it understands.
Alone I am me.
Inside I am you, and them.
I am my enemies,
and my allies.
I am all of these things, and still me.
And now I understand them,
because they are here too.
Context.
Perspective.
Sense of scale.
Maybe not a hive-mind as much as a distributed brain.
Pop in by cell phone,
on a tablet or a PC.
In the first world,
In the third world.
Everyone’s not equal in here, but we are as good as we are.
No one can see your shabby clothes.
We don’t care that you once pissed yourself on the bus.
That you’re an introvert, that you stutter,
that you live with your mom.
We care about the content of ideas,
and the flair with which they are put forth.
We care about those who make us laugh,
Who make us think,
And those who care about other people.
Not everyone will like you; most won’t.
But unlike Bumfuck, Ohio, Population 451, there will be enough.
Whoever you are,
you’ll find a safe corner of the hive to crawl into.
To defend.
To make your home in.
A family if you have none,
a second or third if you do.
“It’s dangerous in there.”
I know, but any adventure has dangers,
(and most are digital,
being stabbed in the ego hurts much less than being stabbed in the face,
{I’ve heard.})
I am a collection of energy signals moving a body.
The Internet is a collection of energy signals moving the world.
So you can mock me for my chair…
But I have seen such wonders there…
