I was thinking about voice recognition software and how jaded we are.  When I was still in college I had a professor who was really proud of some voice recognition software he’d gotten.  He got a headset on, sat down at his computer and started talking to it.  It fucking sucked.  It got maybe one out of three words right and it became clear he was never going to dictate the great American Novel to his computer using this.  Now we can talk into our phones, which are tiny computer we carry around, and our phone will talk back and tell us where the closest place is to get a haircut or a danish or whatever.  This should be mind blowing because when I was like 10, my dad got a Sony Watchman which was a tiny ass TV and my friends and I thought it was so fucking space age you wouldn’t believe it.  It had a smaller screen than my phone but weighed a ton and was black and white.  The exceptional becomes so commonplace sometimes that we forget how exceptional it is.  Not that I think things would be better if every time someone pulled out their phone they shouted, “HOLY SHIT, THE FUTURE IS NOW” but you know, we’re jaded.  What does this have to do with Mary Elizabeth Winstead?  Well, I happen to think she is ridiculously gorgeous and I am not suffering from over exposure to her but at the same time I think I forget how beautiful she is because I am used to it.  Because she always looks beautiful.  Seriously, she is one of those people who is just breathtaking.  So I am going to take a step back and reevaluate to that I am not taking her for granted.  Ahem… HOLY SHIT, MARY ELIZABETH WINSTEAD IS BEAUTIFUL. There, done.  Today I want to fuck Mary Elizabeth Winstead.