Goddamn it, Karen!

This actually is Karen. See here!

This is Karen. Karen is my GPS. I always talk to her as if she were a real person. I often talk *about* her as if she were a real person.

I've read the "avoid ghetto" joke, but what I really wish was that Karen had a "be sensible" option.

If I've programmed Karen to take me where I want to go fastest, she makes me drive on the mo-foing beltway just to get from my house to the shops. If I program her to take me there using the shortest distance, it will invariably involve driving down alleys behind disused factories that I'm not entirely sure actually are roads.

Obviously, I don't want to drive 5 extra miles on the scariest highway in America to save one minute on my drive. Obviously, I don't want to twist and turn down tiny laneways just to drive 10 metres less in distance. Goddamn it, Karen. Be sensible! Use some normal streets for once.

Cruisin' for a bruisin'

For some reason all the horror I've read recently about planes that won't take off for painfully long trips across the Atlantic had me looking at alternative means of transport. Specifically, boat. I think that's my only option other that flying. I could only find one commercial boat trip between the US and Australia. It's takes 107 days and costs $25,000 per person. So, no.


Fingers crossed for teleportation before the end of 2010!