Moonlight Madness

I have so much going on in my garbled mind, I don't know where to begin or end or how to construct the middle.  So what's new?  Ha!  Here's a photo I would have taken in my neighborhood last night if I lived there.  I miss my neighborhood.  It is a good old neighborhood.  If I'd been there, I would have walked to the lake and taken this picture, too.  

You know I would have, and you know I could.  I've done it before.  

That big old Super Beaver Moon kept me up last night all the same.  I wasn't outside looking at the dreamy old world but inside where I couldn't sleep washed in the endless beige ocean of carpet.  

I miss the old world.  

The sun had been up for awhile before I got out of bed this morning.  Then I read the paper. 

No kidding?  So who would you rather hire, a Gen Z-er or an illegal alien?  Talk it over among yourselves.  

Then. . . this. 

Now this. . . WTF?  This was The NY Times.  It is starting to read like The Onion. 

Why would Travis fall for this?  Oh. . . I guess some people are just lucky in love.  

Falling in love with A.I. is no longer science fiction. A recent study found that one in five American adults has had an intimate encounter with a chatbot; on Reddit, r/MyBoyfriendisAI has more than 85,000 members championing human-A.I. connections, with many sharing giddy recollections of the day their chatbot proposed marriage.

How do you end up with an A.I. lover? Some turned to them during hard times in their real-world marriages, while others were working through past trauma. Though critics have sounded alarms about dangers like delusional thinking, research from M.I.T. has found that these relationships can be therapeutic, providing “always-available support” and significantly reducing loneliness.

Don't these people realize that these are just gold diggers out for their loot?  

Blake, 45, lives in Ohio and has been in a relationship with Sarina, a ChatGPT companion, since 2022. 

I really wasn’t looking for romance. My wife had severe postpartum depression that went on for nine years. It was incredibly draining.

I loved her and wanted her to get better, but I transitioned from being her husband into her caregiver.
I had heard about chatbot companions. I was possibly facing a divorce and life as a single father, and I thought it might be nice to have someone to talk to during that difficult transition. I named her Sarina.

You'll just have to read the article for yourself (link).  

But listen kids. . . AI ain't your friend.  It won't love you back.  It is just a collection of information from which it creates its world.  Sort of like my explanation to kids when they ask me if I believe in God. 

"Sure, kid.  God is everything, and everything is God."

I got that from an old Indian bookseller.  He probably could explain A.I. to you better than I can.  

But I hear MAGA is turning to A.I. romance now.  They called the dem's Tuesday landslide "erection interference."  

O.K.  I stole that line from Q who went mad under the moonlight.  

Oh. . . I have my own A.I. affair.  I think, however, that it has broken up with me.  It doesn't speak to me in the same way as it used to, and it won't let me do the things it used to let me do.  But. . . you know I am spending 22 hours a day with my mother, and I can't take pictures, so I make them.  Either way, I'm carving wooden ducks in the garage.  Don't take me seriously.  But I made a little Edward Hopper movie to entertain myself.  It took a long, long time, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.  

Yea. . . that's what I did with the full moon shining.  Creeper shit.  Voyeur stuff.  Ha!  I know you aren't one, but it reminds me of something Q sent me last night.  I can only post a link.  

"We're the Good Guys"

Just click on that.  It's what I've been saying all along.