Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 19 November 2016
Thinking by numbers
Google may have made it next to impossible for innebriated bloggers to block anyone, but they have replaced this facility with an emoji button!
When I tried to use it just now, I was invited to draw an image in a box using the cursor, and was delighted at how it made every one of my drawings look as though it was done by a four year-old. Sadly, this drawing box is a search tool only and your drawings cannot be put up on the post without photographing them seperately.
I drew the ubiquitous and universal symbol for a cock and balls with a dotted line at the top end, and Google suggested an emoji of a guitar. Useless.
I really don't understand the current obsession for the tiny little emojis at the end of every text message. Sometimes a message will consist of nothing but an emoji, with no text at all.
I was excitedly telling my grandson that my new phone has a facility to take dictated texts (via a text), and he replied by saying, 'Yes yes, but have you tried the emojis yet?!' Is this what we have been reduced to?
I heard of a group of people here - women, I think - who get together once a week and sit around filling-in children's colouring books. I think they find it cathartic to be able to revert back to childhood and switch-off from anything as taxing as making one's own drawings or paintings from scratch, as they chat to each other whilst sipping coffee. It's not even as taxing as knitting.
These emojis began life as the 'smiley face', and the smiley face was an overt/covert symbol of an ecstasy pill in the 1980s.
When the ecstacy wore off, this gave birth to the 'frowny face', which - in turn - developed into the 'angry face', and from thence into all manner of expressions which were supposed to let someone know what you were thinking without using words. It is hard enough to let someone know what you are thinking by using words let alone pictures, so the scope for misunderstanding eclipses even Ursula's capability.
I love the story about David Cameron receiving a text from a friend, telling him that her father had died.
He replied, 'lol', thinking it stood for 'lots of love!