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It’s Monday–and I’m Retired!!

Happy Monday to you! I
love you, I appreciate you, I wish you a marvelous week!

I know I’ve mentioned my guilty pleasure of listening to AI written/narrated stories before, mostly I find them pretty funny. The better ones come out of the SF/F channels and the werewolf/lycan ones. I strongly suspect there is some human intervention there. True, they are pretty formulaic, but there’s nothing wrong with that. There are stories of romance, revenge, the Mafia, were’s, dragons—something for everyone. Just do not leave a comment on any of them.

What I’m wondering is, since I write poetry, and the occasional short story, why don’t I record them, and put them up on my YouTube channel? Well, ok, I know the reason—my voice is old, and it sounds old, I’d have to find someone to record them for me. 

And, I know some of you, dear readers, are also writers. Why don’t you record some of your stories and put them up on YouTube? Monetize your channel and get paid something???!!!

Speaking of AI, and the fact that the stories can’t follow a timeline, have you noticed the White House staff also can’t follow a time line, or perform simple arithmetic? (yeah, numbers phobe that I am, even I figured that one out!) Staff came out and said that our Orange Pustule has just had his 6th month physical. Except he’s having them at four month intervals, according to John Iadarola on “The Damage Report,” the OP has been averaging a physical (and cognitive test?) every 123 days. That’s four months, not six.

I’ve had a couple of poems published in the June issue of Quill & Parchment, in case you’re ready for a poem or two ;-).

Walking the Plains of Sandpiper Hill is an ekphrastic and Springtime Fancies is from the line, then the bees came, and must be used in the poem, which is why it’s in italics in the poem. If you are one of my writing readers, I suggest you check out Quill & Parchment and if it looks like a fit for some of your work, consider submitting to them. They also print short stories now and then.

Yes, the geese and ducks, and the great blue heron, are walking on the water. No, it is not miraculous. The photo was taken 28 Jan 26, the pond is frozen. June is getting hot. I thought we could use a cool photo, yes?

Now that nail-less toe is happily healing, I hope to get back to my exercises this week, and to work on Thomas’s book/s. I’m currently thinking three of poetry and one of short stories. And also get back to my writing.

Preach it, Rev. Staceypants!

Good morning! It is cold out (30F), and dark (6:30am), and I’ve already spent a couple of hours on poetry. My computer is playing soft, ambient music, Sammy the Bravest Dog, has been out and is now back on the bed, sleeping. Sometimes, he truly acts more like a cat than a dog, but I’ve promised not to tell his union representative 😉 After all, I did ask for a cat, and got him.

I am setting a new morning habit. I now get up, turn on my computer, and put four items on my playlist. This mornings were two of Ilia Malinan skating, one mildly political (the National Opera has pulled out of The Kennedy Center Memorial), and finishing with the hours long ambient music. I am also trying to limit my news, especially political news to two days a week—Mondays and Thursdays.

Why those two days, you may be wondering? Well, it’s easy. Those are the two mornings Countdown with Keith Olbermann is on. I admit, if I see something from David Reddish, I do tend to watch it, because a) he’s cute and b) he usually has some good snark to make me laugh.

I also watch not political news, and news not laden with American Politics. you know, fun stuff like Ukrainian winning, wars, revolutions, cats, volcanoes, Don Kim upcycling old jeans into designer bags, Quilt Like an Artist, and AI stories which don’t mean to be funny but I can’t help LOLOLOLing, because they are.

I am trying to get back to writing on a regular basis, and don’t need/want all the distractions of YouTube. Well, yes, I want them, but then I don’t write. Squirrel!! And as you may have gathered, writing is hard work.

I have resigned from my volunteer work, which was not an easy decision. I miss helping people, but let’s be honest, at my age, I ain’t as young as I used to was! At least that’s what my body keeps telling me;-) That, and it’s time to act my age—where’s the fun in that?

I also need to get back to reading. Yes, I spent a year reading very little. It’s so much easier to listen to the mindless AI stories. Incidentally, the SF/F ones, especially HFY are pretty entertaining. IF you like SF/F, give them a try. But, please, I beg of you, do not leave any comments or clicks on them. Don’t help them get better or make it harder for a human writer.

Speaking of AI, a friend sent me an interesting article on X, Footprints in the Sand: The House You Thought Was Emptyby @iruletheworldmo. Or maybe @iruletheworldmo just reposted it? I don’t know, but it is an interesting, and somewhat disconcerting if not downright scary, article on AI. My cousin pointed out to me that Yuval Noah Harari has been writing articles about this for some time. Anyhow, as my friend said when he sent it, it could be written by AI for all he knows. If you can’t open it, and want to read it, please let me know.

Oh, if you haven’t yet discovered Dr. Stacey Patton, you’re in for a treat. Especially her Sunday Sermons! Yes indeedy, this old Atheist is back in the pews yellin’ Amen! and Preach it Rev Staceypants! and anything else appropriate. I think it takes a modicum of courage to read Dr. Stacey’s columns, etc., because she is not dainty, diplomatic, or quiet. She yells it as she sees it and that’s got to be hard on some readers, especially those raised white and privileged. Google her. Check her out. She’s my kinda person!!!

I’ve now read this morning’s sermon, and finished this piece. It is now 7:30am, and the cold (31F) outside my window is black and white, in another 30 minutes or so, it will be in freezing color, but it’s o’cast, and no true sunlight, yet.

And here is my photo of the week. I took it out of my office window of an afternoon a few days ago. Those are Canada Geese in the sky, coming in for a landing.

Have a Marvelous Week, remember to be grateful you’re still looking down at the grass. Remember the words of our Dalai Lama that pain is inevitable, suffering is optional. And tell someone you love them this day.