But first, suspenseful Halloween to my dearest sweetie darlings. 🖤
[Yeah, when are you going to reveal what this new project of yours is? Yes, you. I hope it is what I hope it is because if it is...fantastic.]
But first, suspenseful Halloween to my dearest sweetie darlings. 🖤
[Yeah, when are you going to reveal what this new project of yours is? Yes, you. I hope it is what I hope it is because if it is...fantastic.]
Temperature: a sunny 10/50 degrees.
Eating: Maybe later.
Drinking: tea.
Listening: to the troll-in-chief on his Life of a Showboat Tour brings to mind all the traits of the dark triad.
Watching: Slow Horses.
Reading: on AI from several angles and feeling more and more uneasy the deeper I delve. Automation bias, anybody? Seriously, despite hominid appearances, there's no one home. There's no one on the other end, and when a system gets so complex you can't decipher or understand its inner logic, you gotta ask yourself should I trust this thing to make an assessment or decision for me. And the piracy involved...mind-boggling.
Writing: something that would lift your from your funk and sling you straight into the depths of despair. So let's not go there right now, it's only Monday after all.
Thinking: I get to meet an old and dear dear friend over the weekend so I've already got my eye on Friday. I know, still only Monday. Gaah!
Feeling: an itch in my nasal cavity. Don't. You. Dare.
A little worse for wear, but home. Let me catch my breath and catch up on things for a bit?
(If it can't wait another second, let me know in comments. Will read them, won't publish them, will answer you by means of...yeah, didn't think that through, did I. Like I said, let me catch my breath, sweetie darlings.)