My wife and ai keep talking about this. We plan to flee our deep south red state, but it fills us with survivor’s guilt knowing we have the means to do so, and so so many just do not.

Will watch later, but can you briefly summarize so wife and I aren’t freaking out until then? :(

Faaaantastic! This actually could be pretty dope.

I’m very happy to hear that :)

BRB, loading my shotgun with birdshot.

Hm I need a shotgun.

You’re very welcome, I’m glad you liked it! I’m kind of obsessed with this guy and his band, lol. Here’s another good one.

If you only worked a little harder

Ha-ha

Thank you ❤ these comments are really helping me through a rough time, and I am so grateful.

I have no doubts about that either, myself. Though even if such an abomination of a doppelganger were to exist, and it seems that these companies are hellbent on making it so, it would be worse for the reasons you described previously: prolonging and molesting the grieving process that human beings have evolved to go through. All in the name of a dollar. I apologize for being so bitter about this (this bitterness is not directed at you, frog), but this entire "AI’ phenomenon fucking disgusts and repulses me so much I want to scream.

We have a box of old recipe cards from my grandmother that my wife cherishes. My parents gifted them to her because out of all their daughter-in-laws, she is the one that loves to cook and explore recipes the most. I just can’t imagine someone wanting something like that in a sterile technological aspect like an “AI-powered” app.

“But Trev, what if you used an LLM to generate summaries-” no, fuck off (he said to the hypothetical techbro in his ear).

Thanks coy, I really do appreciate you taking the time to send some kindness my way. And that’s true, it does get easier but it never really goes away, nor should it I guess. You’re good people <3

This really did help, thank you so much for your kindness. Your feelings are just as valid friend, and I hope you can take solace in hearing that from someone else, just as I did <3 We’re gonna make it.

The platformer was pretty decent. I remember the intro cutscene scaring me as a kid, lol.

It’s okay. Had another dream where my mom inexplicably comes back from the dead. She even joked about how we’d have to reevaluate how we think of the situation. It’s wild how going back to sleep before my alarm can just ruin the rest of my week. There’s a lump in my throat that just won’t go away. I feel guilty writing these thoughts out, hell I’m tearing up now because I know so many other people have real problems and there’s this fucking election, and my wife’s work is so much more difficult than mine and I haven’t a leg to complain upon.

poem

I wish

to beat my fists against this desk

until they are bruised and bloody

for that is something

I may yet control

Thank you for allowing me to vent. Much love to you all.

<3 all the good vibes to you and sweet little Ziggy. You are not useless.

I’m not sure what the purpose of this comment is. Sharks are insurmountably important for the oceanic ecosystem and the historic methods of research and development are really interesting. You have a greater chance of drowning at the beach, no question.

the GBA titles

I absolutely adored the Urbz game for DS. Pretty sure it’s the same game as the GBA version, but it had an added post-game minigame. I loved maxing out friendships and having bonus areas to decorate!

That’s a Peanut! Thank you so much, the 50mm and auto focus did all the work. I just saw the yawn!

Hopefully it doesn’t impact them too much. So tired of this AI train man.

I’d say it’s going well! The sun decided to come back out, literally and figuratively, which is great for my new plane photography hobby lol. Mother’s Day was alright, we went to my aunt and uncle’s with my dad to barbecue. First Mother’s Day without my mom, which was rough, but it’s just a celebration to capitalism more than anything, so keeping that in mind helped when seeing all the cards and flower displays at the store. I did allow myself the opportunity to feel sad by walking up to the card section and picking out the one I know I’d have gotten her (it had butterflies, which she loved).

Thanks for letting me journal like this. It really does help to write it out, kind of like writing a letter and not sending it to anybody.

Anyway, have some pictures. I’m getting into photography again, and I’m excited to share :)