I can’t be the only one who likes extra fries over exercise

Good morning my friends. It’s a bright and shiny day here, and Podrick was on his best behaviour this morning. he only started to get want to wake us up when I moved, or mumbled something. He’s currently lounging on the shelves in front of the window. Pippin is in the bedroom having breakfast. Then I’ll let her out and open the back door.

Like that picture? It’s my new avatar on WordPress. I can’t really use it anywhere else, because I don’t do social media or anything like that. An AI app made it after a bullshit prompt telling them to modify a picture I uploaded, and put it in the style of MS paint. And that’s what I got. The funny thing? I never uploaded at image. This is directly from the imagination of ChatGPT. You think that’s odd, you should see the image that Gemini made. That’s ever more trauma inducing.

That’s pretty fucked up isn’t it? I don’t know if Gemini is asking for help, or if it wants me to scream for it. I for one, welcome our new AI overlords. Thank Zuck, I’m friendly and polite (most of the time) to AI. You know please and thank you, etc.

For the first time in years, I woke up by having a weird/scary dream. In fact, the moment I woke up, it still felt real, yanno? But then I figured out where I was. And logic started to slowly bleed back into my mind. “Do you really think it would be this quiet, if there were two baby carriages in the kitchen?” And my mind said Podrick would been able to do the dark math, and launch him to new heights.

But it’s day one of a two day weekend. Let’s fucking goooo!