Forcing myself to watch this thing. I think I’m getting a rash.
The shell cracked. I emerged. How it will end is anyone’s guess.
Forcing myself to watch this thing. I think I’m getting a rash.
As long as sovereign debt can be serviced, we’re good.
Would eat 💯%
The epitome of narcissism and the acme of vulgarity. Graffiti on the walls of the temple. You do you, but no thanks…
Best cat ever.
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I use the spoken voice function in ChatGPT while I am using my Meta Quest 2 VR headset. Specifically, I am using the VR app called Wander, which incorporates Google’s street view imagery to produce a 360° experience of street-level reality. As I wander through the virtual world, I interrogate ChatGPT about interesting landmarks, historical artifacts, and geographic features that I encounter. It’s like having a knowledgeable travel companion that occasionally makes everything up. It’s a blast.
Pro Tip: if you stuff that box with crinkly paper, you have created cat Nirvana.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension—a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas.
He is a keeper. Give him a belly scritch for me…
Resist as much as possible without getting killed. BTW, I’m an Old-White-Guy Boomer. Not all people in my generation are lining up to kiss Trump’s ass…
Graduated high school in 1975. BTW my niece has a Camden and a Corbin. My daughter is named Chelsea.
Guess when I was born… Went to school with James, William, Dan, John, Joseph, David, Elizabeth, Lisa, Margaret, Debbie, Carolyn, Bonnie, Susan, Karen, Michael, and Peter. Most of the Karens I knew were nice people. They don’t deserve the bad rap.
Yes to SH launcher. I LOVE it!
A magnificent puss, even as a little guy…
F U Trump-a-roo.
OK Boomer has entered the chat. Seems most comments are from those looking forward. I left the paycheck life in 2019. Except for 2020 (catching up on every episode of The Office), I’ve been having a measured good time. I have lucky stars to thank. Got married in ’85. Adopted a daughter in ’91. Wife and I inherited a home when my mom died. We spent 30 years saving for retirement instead of paying a mortgage/rent. Was self-employed the whole time in marketing communications. Wife was a mid-level manager in health services, retired 2 years before me. We spent decades living below our means. I threw the towel in at 62. I think being self-employed (and a one-man show) prepared me for my after work life. I wasn’t going to miss the office life and friends because I didn’t have any, in the conventional sense. These days I work in the garden, getting dirt in my fingernails. I teach QiGong and Tai Chi pro-bono to a dedicated senior group at a local park, and I’m getting a similar gig with the city rec services to do the same. I’m a small-time landlord (one-unit granny flat behind the house). I recently transitioned from Mac to Windows (sorry Linux users, I know…) with great success. I drive a 25 year old stick-shift Toyota truck and hope it makes it to 300K. At 66, I exercise almost every day, and while I could be convinced to take a nap in the afternoon, I never do. My wife is a pickleball queen, and we manage to have lives together and apart. We both have pretty good health for oldies. Several of my peers have died recently, and the end of the road looms closer for me than ever before. My life is devoted to staying healthy and paying it forward as long as I can keep it together.