It is hot in Arizona. Like 90 degrees type hot. In March. Not the end, but the very beginning of the month. I’m done with this nonsense. We gotta start thinking about the places we live and the concept of weather itself. Our weather here is hot, then hot, then maybe I could grab a jac—no, wait it’s hot. Followed by dust, and dust, and raining so hard that people’s stuff floats away (more of a lack of drainage issue IMHO), then hot again. This is not the way. I was so much more happy in New York.
But I’m here. And I am unhappy with so many things.
Some Thoughts:
- Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Florida coach Jon Sumrall’s photoshoot with a 7-foot alligator includes some tense moments” I mean, why?! Like seriously, Florida. There has to be a shred of sense in the state… I’m just not seeing it.
- Had an interesting conversation with a writer today who used AI to help finish his work. AI was his editor, though he did human editorial passes as well. Here’s the thing: LLM’s are here and they are embedded into the culture of the next generation no matter what. I’m willing to bet cold cash that many many authors are using AI. I suspect some are lying to our faces about it. Straight up. I’m talking about a specific artist who claims he writes and rewrites scenes over to the tune of like a million words that never get seen… And drops two books a year.
- Relatives (specifically those of the ex-variety) who don’t have kids but act like your kids are theirs and they are doing more than you need to be deported immediately to a country w shall name shit-ass-istan. Treat it like that Island from Attack on Titan. Except the only thing that gets really big is their heads.