Search Engines Page #10
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- 2016
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Wow, aw, I forgot. All
these little pieces, it's so-
and the sand timer.
Well mom's had this game
for forever. I guess we kind of
grew out of it. We used
to play all the time.
With your dad?
Games in general.
Kate, enough.
Hmm, uh, what kind
of games did you play when
you guys were little?
Oh well, hmm, my big sisters
used to like to dress me up.
Really?
Yeah, we put pink
bows in his hair.
Pink bows.
'Cause he was always gay.
Always. And then Mom would
play those little, these like little
folk songs and we would dance.
'Cause she had this, um,
what was the, it was
like a little guitar?
- Ukulele.
- The ukulele.
Right. And, and she knew
maybe three chords. But she could play
these three chords. Like, uh -
Camp town races.
Doo-da, doo-da.
Doo-da.
And, um, the Clementine,
my darling Clementine.
Oh.
No, they are old,
fun-LILLY:
Oww!- campfire songs.
Wait, what's a campfire?
I'm kidding, I'm sorry.
Kate.
Oh yeah, shaky, shaky, shaky...
You can do it.
You can do it, come on. Oh, come
on you little fuckhead. Work.
Work, please work.
Bert,
Just f***, what the?
Who, who are you? How do you
know my real name?
You are having
another of your episodes. A moment of
psychosis brought on by
traumatic phone withdrawal.
What?
This is your superego
speaking. The part of your own mind
that is self-critical.
Oh. I always knew I had an ego.
I assumed it was super.
You must
begin an important change.
Change, change, change, change.
One that begins with a search.
Okay wait-what,
what, what search?
For tranquility. For
silence. And most of all for meaning.
Meaning what?
Well it's great
looking at you out here.
Hey, Granny.
I'm not disturbing you am I?
No, no, not at all.
Please sit down.
Okay.
How's auntie Kate?
She's drunk again.
That must be hard
for you to watch.
Mm. I suppose I should be used
to it after all these years. But
although the last time I really
thought it was the last time.
Hey guys, I'm trying
to find my friend Bert.
You haven't seen him, have you?
He probably took one
look at that torched turkey
Denny's.
Torched Turkey sounds
like an indie band.
Speaking of missing persons
I'm gonna go look for my wife.
Yeah, you do that, Rick.
See you, Dylan.
How'd your interview
with, uh, Jesse go?
Yeah, no, he's, he's,
uh, he's an interesting guy.
He kind of he wants to live
in a world of email. You know,
like, uh, Tron but more banal.
Want another
interview per chance?
Yeah, I need to
locate my friend Bert.
There are rumors that he's, uh,
he's acting like himself.
Well we can do it fast.
And, uh, I might be too
fat and stuffed after dinner to
have my picture taken, so.
Okay. Sure, yeah, if,
if you don't mind, uh,
doing a, a fast one.
Famous for fast ones.
It's an American thing.
Okay. Like, uh, fast food?
I wish that something or someone
would come along and she could
find some happiness.
Mm-hmm. Sometimes I worry
that it's all my fault.
No, no, Granny. Of course it's not.
It's like me worrying about
Mom's divorce. There's only
so much you can do.
You have taken
such good care of her.
I have had to learn
to set boundaries.
Believe me it's better that way.
But when it's your child,
it's so hard. Look at all of
mine. They're all unhappy.
Well unhappiness is just
part of the human condition.
It's like what I'm reading about
in French class. So much of life
is about waiting for something
to happen. And the sadness
when it doesn't happen.
Petra and I tried to have
a rule where we turned off our
phone one day a week. Technology
free day. Ironically it was
supposed to help us connect.
How did that go?
I kept catching her little
cheats as she'd call them.
But, um, they weren't
little cheats to me.
When I started I, I
wanted people to talk about
their past and, and how they
give thanks for their so-called
blessings. But all anyone seems
to want to talk about is
technology. So what comes to
mind when, when turkey and
technology and,
and family merge?
Um, okay wow, that's intense.
Um, I-I was a latch key kid.
Um, I was, you know, I'd come
home every day and just be alone
for four or five hours. And so
I'd just rely on myself.
Find ways to keep myself
entertained. To not, uh, feel
lonely. I guess the phone
reminds me of that.
Do you call the
phone mommy or daddy?
Well I guess it, it's a
little bit of both. I have these,
I have these strange
ideas of the future sometimes.
Um, like someday when we're born
we'll be handed a phone and it
becomes our, our nanny,
our teacher, our friend
and companion.
Well I suppose little
children are everywhere with
their phones now.
Totally.
Do you think that's a bad
development? To have people
brought up by phone
nannies, as you suggest?
I don't. There's some
piss poor parenting out there.
But a phone, a phone can
watch over you, make sure you
don't get lost. It can make
sure you get fed on time.
It can teach you new things.
But doesn't that take
away a, a human element? I mean
that a bottle isn't the same as
the nipple, for example.
to play a chord, what's the need
for a music teacher? If, if a
phone can inspire me
to workout, what's the
need for a coach?
Yeah surely there's, there's
something missing? I mean-All
these jobs, they're not
just mechanical.
Or, well maybe they are
and Jennifer, they, they'll
just be fine. In fact I should
probably look on them.
Oh hey Kimmy.
Hi.
So, uh, have you seen David?
Wh-why, why do you suddenly
look like that?
What? Where is he?
He's chatting with Georgia.
With Georgia and Rick?
Just Georgia. Don't
shoot the messenger.
Why do I get the feeling
that I should suddenly look for
my husband? So what exactly
are they talking about?
Living life online.
Apparently Rick isn't-paying enough
attention to Georgia.
Oh that's classic. And I'm
sure David was complaining about
me in the same way. You know, I
know how and what that man
thinks at all times.
Well you do pay a lot of
attention to your online life.
No I don't.
Petra.
What? No, uh, excuse me.
I just believe that my online
persona is more influential and
more creative and more, you
know, maybe more vibrant
than my actual persona.
But it's not real.
Well I beg to differ.
I think there's very little
difference between real life and
online life. It's all life.
Yeah, no actually what you're
talking about is actually more
typing than it is living.
Same diff. Wow. Whatever,
look, um, I think that this
situation here is beyond
salvation. So I'm gonna gather
up my little team and
head for a reservation.
Okay, Gutty is not a word.
It is, I'm telling you.
No way.
I don't buy it.
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