Oww… it hurts to think
here's the deal, coming up with good titles is as easy as 1,2,4.
So instead of a good title, i thought i'd start us off with a shameless plug and a few links... oh, and a 'poem'!
"No good name would go unpunished if we merely followed up on whatever it was that we bored witness unto... " -- some internet jerk. 2009
Here's a poem!
laugh loudly lads, that's exactly my point...
here's your brain on alt. zheimer’s
if you wake up insane...
you won't know your name...
chill out in a mental facility.
twisted up beyond repair & w/ no hope of retrieving those so-called mental faculties.
kids won't visit
and that's why brain degeneration can lick
my
balls...
<that's what.>
Yeah, speaking of Alzheimer’s... My personal taste is for an old-age that doesn't leave me any less capable than I am when I get there... if that makes any sense to you, then you've probably been doing the brain exercises
(p.s. I played that game with my brother & sister over the holidays, it was really fun... shameless plug)
Some activities that you can do with your mind are more effective at retaining the new cells. That's good to know! Turns out the harder your problem is to solve, the more effective it is at keeping the marbles inside your earholes. That is to say; difficult problems help you retain the new brain cells growing in your hippocampus, well, they do in rats anyway.
Okay, so. What's the point, dude? <0h, there's a point... trust me.>
Well, for one... I feel vindicated because I am all about eating Vitamin E & getting myself neck deep in problems I don't understand. In fact, that's how i ended up working with MFURI.org
What i'm getting at is this... i hope to live long enough that there are computers in my head... instructing tiny little robots in my blood... driven by software that manages the swarm and instructs my bidding.... and allows me to control more functions within my body than I previously could.
With any luck that will be my saving grace... I can see the headlines now:
LAZY OLD DUDE THINKS HIMSELF YOUNGER... WIFEY AGREES.
well... only if you take that whole thinking oneself into becoming younger concept a bit further <extrapolate?> then cross reference it with THE INTERNET... because then you'll come to a link informing you that the first brain prosthesis was implanted in rats in 2003 . But who cares about a cybernetic rat?
Well, it's not so much about the rat. wtf does this even mean?
See... its about getting ourselves wired. It's about living long enough that when we get to the final lap, we have our wits about us... and so that we don't waste our brains on t.v. and doughnuts... even though they're delicious. It's about how much I want computers in my eyes... and then i want pop-ups everywhere!!!!
Now wait just one cotton-picking minute!... there was no point there.
To that, Sirs... I must reply vigorously, and with emphasis: "that's what." With only a moderate FEAR OF REPRISAL BY MY READERS.