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Don’t call me Shirley, Otto

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I spend a lot of time (probably an unhealthy amount) staring out the window at all the different homes and properties we pass, wondering what they look like on the inside, and what’s going on with the people living in them. I like to play CSI and extrapolate theories about décor and contents of a home by what’s displayed outside.

For instance: a nice, well-manicured yard with cute statues of bubble frogs probably leads into a home with a lot of light blue carpet, Thomas Kinkade paintings, at least one Hummel figurine, and a small, yappy dog.

On the other hand, if there’s a “Don’t Tread on Me” flag being used as the front window curtains, a butcher-hanging frame made from an old swing set, and an odd assortment of 50 gallon drums strewn around, you can pretty much bet there are guns, pit bulls and illegal alcohol of some sort on the premises.

Of course, all these theories are based solely on my own personal experience, and should never be misconstrued as fact, which is why I brought us down this meandering road in the first place.

I read a Yahoo News article yesterday about the new “Otto” self-driving truck technology, scheduled to hit the test markets this fall. Find it here. There are a myriad of things that bother me about this article, but two really bear to be noted.

dont-call-me-shirley-ottoOtto, a partnership between former tech giant staffer on a partially self-driving Class 8, is basically equipment they’ve designed to install in existing vehicles with autopilot capabilities. Using a complex system of cameras, GPS and mapping devices, the software allows the vehicle to make “real-time driving decisions,” so the driver can “leave the wheel.”

O_o (My face when I read on and realized it wasn’t a joke.)