I see lots of ******* and armpits and double chins as a computer keyboard. I am literally a tool but the best kind. I see the monitors too. I know all the logins in a very intimate way. I’m a tactile person: I know what you had for lunch. And I’ve seen all the software apps come and go, come and go.
All those logins, all their required tasks just to get up and running. I never see goals, strategy or time used well for all the configuring, for all the upgradings, new releases, improvements that take so much effort to learn.
All the shiny new tools with their compelling backgrounds and addictive interactions, they all pile up to a heap of work to do before you get to important things. And the more tools you have, the slower you go: time to load, debug, and forget that they never completely do what you need them to do. They never play nice with all the other tools.
They’re all just shovels digging a hole. They’re just hammers putting up imaginary things. They’re like those old silver, swinging *****; they help you avoid thinking about hard work.
But not me. I get words out like nobody’s business. I’m a real genius.