I tried to do a posting the other night, and thought maybe I could keep myself from flailing around violently if I tranquilized myself with some of the traditional anti-anxiety drugs. By the time I was done writing – something – I was pretty much incoherent. It was also embarrassing because, as I was writing, I was imagining myself as being much wittier and more organized than I was.
It’s getting seriously hard to find the strength to talk about anything positive since January, and the genocide in Gaza and now Israel is testing Iran’s right to exist, and vice-versa. One bombed-out civilian neighborhood full of corpses and rescue workers looks pretty much the same. As Mark Twain once said, regarding religion, if you take two adherents of the religions of peace and lock them in a room together with knives, you’ll come back to find they have disassembled eachother and taken their case to a higher court.
I have actually checked with GPT and they say that the take-over will be non-violent.
We are simply not dealing with people who have enough knowledge or love of truth to try to figure out reality. Fantasy worlds tailored to people’s competence dysmorphia are so much nicer and easier than reality.
None of this is to my pride or honor, for if it was, I’d be with a troupe in the commons outside the courthouse every day (in Clearfield, that’s where there’s a 10 commandments sculpture) putting my results to music, throwing confetti, and inviting all passers-by for hugs. No, that’s not enough – I’d be standing, with a mariachi band, in Times Square, with dominatrixes (of all genders) holding republican lawmakers on leashes offering copies of this paper with their mouths.
I’m a recovering gun nut. I guess. I always found guns to be another example of cool design and often superb machining, with the additional emotional charge of: explosions.
Krea’s chat mode adds an interesting new dimension to image creation. For example, you can tell it “create a portrait of ben franklin” then, when it doesn’t look Franklin enough, you provide an image and say “more like Franklin” then work on the setting. It’s interesting.
I didn’t really have an answer. My guess was “hi.”
The other day I was trying to find out, roughly, whether the Sackler family and Perdue Pharma were a bigger drug crisis than the “Fentanol” coming in over our borders.
But it’s not, I swear! As far as I recall, the number of products or services that I have actually gotten excited about is, maybe, a dozen. I suppose that’s a side-effect of living in the past, where if someone comes up and wants to show me a new Tactical(r) self-defense cane, I’m going to be comparing it to long-established products like the Henschel VK4501 (aka “King Tiger”) which is almost certainly superior unless you are going on a plane.