oh hi. about to break some things.
I asked ChatGPT to write a sonnet about Survivor and then asked DALL-E to illustrate it.
In the stillness of the night, when all is calm,
I sit before the screen and watch in awe
As brave souls compete in Survivor’s qualm,
And try to outlast each other and the law.
They face harsh elements and tests of skill,
And fight to win the prize and be the last
To stand upon the island, strong and chill,
And claim the title of Survivor, fast.
The drama, strategy, and twists and turns
Keep me on the edge of my seat, enthralled,
As I root for my favorites and learn
The lessons that this game of life has called.
But more than just a show, it’s a reminder
That we, too, must survive and be a finder.
Hey still kicking!
Made it to 2021. 50 is fine so far.
2020. Not a great year so far. At least I turn 50 in November.
Test post at age 49.
Just checking in to say we moved to fiber. It’s faster. That is all.
Beth took me to the Waffle House museum last weekend and we learned HISTORY. About WAFFLE HOUSE.
We didn’t wait in line to get historically accurate waffles because we (surprisingly) have a Waffle House near us. But people waited.
Then we met a bunch of people at My Parent’s Basement and looked at comics, ate food, and played video games.
Now I want a waffle.
So, Matthew downloaded the Seeing AI app which looks at something and describes it.
It pretty much pegged the Help Desk Mission Statement:
Ages are off but emotions are right on:
But it reading Aly’s coke amused me the most. Not even sure it is entirely appropriate:
Thanks, AI! I look forward to you controlling us all one day.