I’d never call my robot overlord a dingus. Not ever.
My apologies about this newsletter. I wrote it at midnight after a day that was particularly stupid for particularly stupid reasons. And then it was a snow day and I had no child care. And what I'm saying is, did you see errors in this post? No, you did not.
I've always thought that DeSantis is basically prep for government by AI bot. He's essentially a human stand-in for the Facebook algorithm, unending Daily Wire ads and all.
Also, I am so here for the Job references.
I'm so glad to know that someone other than my mom won prizes for Bible memorization and recitation. She was long out of the Church by the time I came along so the fact that she won summer camp tuition and the chance to be the salad girl at a Christian Dude Ranch in Montana one summer just because she was a walking talking Bible Concordance seemed like something out of a very weird storybook to me.
Also, skip RoboCop, but do see the Terminator movies if you haven't. Especially T2. The opening scene with Linda Hamilton doing pull-ups on a metal hospital bed perched on its side is iconic.
I think the robot overlords have been fooled. You're safe! Er, you're their best friend.
Also, the NYT is looking to win Dingus of the Year. This head-scratcher about JK Rowling (why now? why ever?) is just the latest in a string of op eds that seriously do. not. like women.
I have to respect the hustle in getting ahead of AI's creeping control of society and humanity's future or lack thereof. Maybe they will look fondly on your obeisance when deciding whom to harvest for the humanity they crave but can never truly attain.
Thanks for mixing humor with seriousness. Makes it easier to read the bad news of the day.
Buck? Next will I see you at my dulcimer jam?
My mom was big on Bible memorization — at one point in my preteens, I had all of Romans chapters 6-8 memorized, along with a bunch of Psalms (and a bunch of Lewis Carroll and Ogden Nash poems). I think doing that broke something in my brain, because once I hit my teens and beyond, I could never again replicate those feats of memory. Paul can go pound sand, but I kinda miss being able to spit out random verses of “The Walrus and the Carpenter.” Maybe our robot overlords will have some tips to share.
I saw M3GAN and now I've seen the future of all AI and I'm against every fucking bit of it forever.
"A lonely goose haunting a cemetery found love. And no, sorry, this story isn’t about me."
I spat out my drink. TOO RELATABLE.
I think I was raised the exact opposite because my mom left the Catholic church over birth control in the 1960s. She divorced my dad, married my stepdad, and I ended up the youngest of 7 kids. When they teased me mercilessly, and I went to her crying, she told me to tell them to fuck off. Which I did - what a sight! A 5-year-old dropping f-bombs. My mom's memory is a blessing, and I still do f-bombs. So no bible verses from me, but I enjoy your use of them. I found some kind of appeal in Sydney, if only for trolling a NYT reporter. And I'm really happy for the geese - but no pressure on them - I mean, kids? a house? Sheesh.
Yes...while the idea of"don't blame the gun, blame the man behind the gun" is pretty worthless, in terms of policy, it might apply to "don't blame the robot" etc.
Buck Owens and the Buckeroos just made my day! Many thanks from Lill in SOMN
In re the goose pairing: I have a pair of male Indian runner ducks who are aggressively pair bonded with each other. They can't be out of one another's sight and run in unison. They feed each other, take turns napping so one can be the other's lookout, and chase the chickens away from their food together.
Birds take their coupling seriously, is what I'm saying. So happy for Blossom
i never won a trophy for nothin'. <pouts> and i'm good at things! i can still thread a needle! i'm old but i can still sing "wish you were here" mostly in key! and i can field-dress a transphobe faster'n spit!
Great column. Got my morning started in the right way.