I love this country, and I’m so grateful that I am blessed to live here. For all of those that chose today to protest, whine, complain, and bitch about all they don’t like about the country, might I suggest at least a touch of appreciation for the blessings in your life. For myself, I’m doing my best to love you, with hope for your emotional, spiritual, and physical good health. God bless the USA.
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Maggie sits at the window nervously stroking Duke. Beaver. That’s what they told her the dog’s name is when they called to say he was accidentally given to her. What a stupid name. Who would name this beautiful and gentle creature Beaver? The same idiot that apparently lost her and then waited a month before checking with the pound. The same person that probably abused him, given how skittish the animal had been at first. But Maggie had persevered and over just a few short days Duke had settled in. Now he is her shadow, and a comfort she hasn’t known since her husband had passed.
A & I and Me
I woke this morning with this idea in my head. I have been using AI a lot for research and learning as of late (and loving it) and I pondered some on the implications of it in the creative world. It is a source of great concern to many. In my own thoughts I likened it to a tool that makes many things easier, and in some cases, possible at all. So, I gave ChatGPT a prompt, and got a response. Both follow. The prompt. Write me a short story, or a poem, I will call ‘A & I’. Base it on a person’s life from their time in the…
Elementor Problem notes
Not sure where or when I went south, but getting nothing but crit errors on trying to access elementor now. Bites.
I think I’ve been mashed!
I amma Bear, but I identify as a squirrel
Happy Birthday to Me!
What a great birthday I had. It started a day early (which was really cool) with a trip to the Habachi grill for some entertainment, sushi, steak, scallops and an entertaining chef, all courtesy of Dillon and Leslie. Good company and good times. I also got a birthday package from Amber and Russell with 5 big slabs of awesome good fudge. I thought it would last forever so I froze most of it. There’s now (on the third day) only one slab left in the freezer. Stuff is addictive and delicious. On Sunday, Nick shows up with a big contribution to my Quest III savings pot and a bag full…
The OpenAI chatbot just rocked my world.
I have been working hard to polish GOAD, the novel, as well as develop a followup game that will hopefully boost sales. Anyway, I heard about this new openAI chat bot and thought I would give it a try, interviewing Russell, one of the characters in the book. What follows is the entirety of that communication, unedited (except that I added ME and Bot tags to replace the little avatars that didn’t copy and paste). It took less than 5 minutes from start to finish. ME: for this conversation, speak to me as if you are an old man with a sense of humor and tasked to guard the world…
Wayward Poem by Richard Crossley
Fingers of those golden rays dance across the lines where the darkness meets the darker out on the ridge of pines and the morning dew cast diamonds that no-one can bear away and day begins its trek again, that’s always been the way. And I rub the stubborn sleep from old eyes that want to see how the days and years and time eternal passes by and by, and my prayer today is just the same as you have heard before even when this body was still fresh and young and thought it would be evermore, before time had made bones brittle and stiffened joints with pain, before sicknesses and…
Rocky Horror Music Show in Ashville
This has been a long time coming. Unfortunately I did not get to attend in the end. Making the trip would have been just a bit too hard for me due to some current physical issues. I really did want to be there to support my son, Troy, AKA Frank-N-Furter. My son Nicholas, daughter Amber and her husband Russell were able to go and from what I heard, had a blast! Many thanks for the T-Shirt and stickers 🙂 I at least had the opportunity to spend some time with a few awesome grandchildren, the youngest of which plays some mean Beat Saber. That’s another post …
Born Stupid… but wrote a book!
It was never the intention of Darius Arbunkle to become a fisherman. He hated fish. They stank, and it was smell he could never seem to get off his skin. But a fisherman is what he became anyway… Because, he was Born Stupid. Coming to Amazon soon. Okay, that part was just to pique your curiosity and make you look. So, Made ya look. What I really wanted to do, in the spirit of helping out of course, is to demonstrate just how easy it is to post yourself a nice little Book add, complete with your book cover and everything you could want folks to know. Call…
