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Monthly Archives: October 2023
Greek Gods at a Garbage Dump
Morrissey Recording an Album with a Polka Band
1970s Hippie Computer Programmers Eating Junk Food
I think the hippie in the second picture is a little too cute. Also, he’s not from the 1970s, he’s probably an extra from that awful Black Panthers sequence in Forrest Gump.
P.S. Forrest Gump sucks
Alfred Hitchcock Lifting Weights at the Beach
It generated four images, but the last one looked more like Winston Churchill. smdh
Centaur in a Tracksuit?
NO. No no no no nonononononono..
Magic Robot, Please Make Me Robot Pictures
I know there is a lot of conversation about A.I., about the future of it, its utility and/or uselessness, the ethics of untalented bozos training it on enormous collections of uncompensated artists and writers. There’s a lot to talk about. I am not qualified to talk about it, currently at least.
I just tried using an online image creator to create melancholy images of robots.
Enjoy! ( or don’t!)
Carports and God Bless Your Night, Fan of John Prine
Things obviously change with time. For some reason, I thought it would be fun to download like 10-15 images of carports and just post them.
I have done that before w/ laundry/funerals/etc.
I tried searching for Carports and just got this super-depressing result.
Bunch of commerce. Maybe searching for candid pics of carports is a bit esoteric. Maybe everyone just wants to buy one, and no one wants to gawk at them.
I don’t know. I’ll be logging my periodic disappointment at the state of internet affairs on this site.
That being said, I am going to also look around for vestiges of amateur hobbyists such as myself expressing themselves, talking about experiences.
Here, this is a person who is excited about meeting one of their heroes, John Prine, in Peoria IL in 1997.
How the hell can a person
Go to work in the morning and
Come home in the evening
And have nothing to say?
Mildly Interesting
I miss blogs. I miss people that wrote about things important and inconsequential in their own lives.
I am tired of the walled gardens of social media. I am tired of tech bros. This is a short post because I don’t want the unreasonable desire to have a perfectly-crafted longish post preventing me from saying anything at all.
I don’t want to be popular, I don’t want to be famous, I want to be mildly interesting and want to interact with other nice and mildly interesting people.
Love,
Me