Cogs can think.

I would just like to congratulate Heather and Jon with their daughter Leta. I’ve never met any of them, and they probably haven’t a clue who the hell I am (I sent a few mails their way, but they probably get a whole lot more than just mine), but I still want to congratulate them in public. No, it’s not the little girl’s birthday, it’s not her first day of school, and no, it’s not her first ever Linux installation.

As it turns out, their daughter hates insects, and probably spiders too. That is a good thing. Insects and spiders are the seed of the devil, they are evil, wrong, scary, and must be eradicated from the face of the earth. They. Must. Die.

I am terribly afraid of insects, and I have a fairly moderate case of arachnophobia. As in, if they get larger than, I don’t know, a centimetre, I’ll be screaming like a schoolgirl.

My house actually has a small shed located way off my property (in a whole block of sheds), but I haven’t been there in, well, I don’t know, 10 months or so. It’s a spider-infested hell hole, and as a civilised human being, I simply refuse to bless that hell hole with my glowing appearance. Let the spiders have their victory over there.

When I see a spider, it consequently means it will have to die. This poses me with a serious problem, as the mere sight of one puts me in a serious instinctive flight or fight response. Twiek can care of large spiders easily, but he has this nasty habit of playing with them; I still haven’t been able to train Twiek to be a mindless spider killing drone.

But we’ll get there.