"Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers or yesterday's hameopape. When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself ... the enitre universe is moving towards a final state of total, absolute kipplesation." - Phillip K. Dick (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?)
And I've got to say he was absolutely goddamn right! Another month, another three full bags of garbage removed from my computer room. Where the hell does it all come from? A bus timetable? Where did that come from? I've haven't ridden a bus in over a year, much less looked at a timetable. A “Hits of 1998” CD cover? I hate compilations! The wife hates them too! Did it magic itself out of the ether? Was it teleported into this room by an orbiting super-intelligence?
I'm fighting a never-ending battle against kipple, and I'm losing.
And I've got to say he was absolutely goddamn right! Another month, another three full bags of garbage removed from my computer room. Where the hell does it all come from? A bus timetable? Where did that come from? I've haven't ridden a bus in over a year, much less looked at a timetable. A “Hits of 1998” CD cover? I hate compilations! The wife hates them too! Did it magic itself out of the ether? Was it teleported into this room by an orbiting super-intelligence?
I'm fighting a never-ending battle against kipple, and I'm losing.




