# Showerthoughts

Things that come to mind and looked insightful — but probably aren’t…
Friday, May 14, 2021

Carrierpidgeons?! What a stupid concept. You could send whole parcels by pelican!

Monday, February 1, 2021

Explaining privacy to evangelicals:

Imagine judgement day is upon you and the almighty asks: “Well then, shall we start with your browser history?”

Friday, January 22, 2021

Strange, raindrops falling on the roof help you fall asleep, while a dripping faucet can keep you up all night.

Sunday, January 17, 2021

To summarize Bitcoin in one sentence: So, after wasting terawatts of electrical power, you now want to trade proof of industrial pollution as if it was something of value?

Saturday, January 9, 2021

I’m not so much worried about artificial intelligence destroying jobs, but rather creating them. Imagine a psychiatrist who deals with AIs having a nervous break down from the tasks we give them.

Friday, December 25, 2020

Advent calendar function for smart homes? I would imagine it to work something like this: opens a door every day and on x-mas eve, russian hacker’s little helper comes to fetch all the presents.

Keep things simple

Saturday, December 19, 2020

The Devils Dictionary (21. century edition):

Derivative of the slave collar. Worn like a handcuff, used to remind the bearer when it is time to show up for work. Often given as a gift to children to train self enforcement at an early age.
Derivative of the wristwatch. Maintains all the functionality of the original design, but also includes additional features to remind the bearer about spending slave tokens (see: money; coins).
Thursday, November 12, 2020

The Necronomicon is a rather good source for secure passwords…

("Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" seems to never get rejected.)

Friday, November 6, 2020

In the light of recent events, I’d like to note that Raccoon is 100% vegan software.

Thursday, October 29, 2020

…The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young lurks in gloomy darkness, on the edge of a dream, silently waiting for the hands to advance to the appointed hour. When the stars are right, the dreamer becomes the prey and in the fullness of time, the Thousand Young will scream!

(Do you also hate your alarm clock going off as much as I do?)