Too smart to be dumb, too dumb to be smart. I study extremist aspirational fiction, make gigapixel panoramic photos, and snuggle with chihuahuas. I've got some tech cred around here somewhere but don't know where it's run off to.
Great. Now the likelihood of me getting anything else done today other than evaluating counterfactual hypotheticals has dropped to zero. Arguably, this could be better than the worst case alternative scenario: fighting the Dodger's victory parade traffic through downtown Los Angeles, where I am metaphorically simultaneously tied to all trolley tracks by some Sierpinsky mechanism, and therefore am bound to run over myself, perhaps more than once.
Great. Now the likelihood of me getting anything else done today other than evaluating counterfactual hypotheticals has dropped to zero. Arguably, this could be better than the worst case alternative scenario: fighting the Dodger's victory parade traffic through downtown Los Angeles, where I am metaphorically simultaneously tied to all trolley tracks by some Sierpinsky mechanism, and therefore am bound to run over myself, perhaps more than once.