Layman’s conjecture: as the spring dissolves, the sulfuric acid’s temperature would rise.

The epitome of narcissism and the acme of vulgarity. Graffiti on the walls of the temple. You do you, but no thanks…

Best cat ever.

30 word summary via Claude 3 Opus: AI’s growing capabilities can have unintended psychological consequences, blurring lines between human and non-human agents, potentially leading to unhealthy relationships and impacting mental wellbeing, especially for teenagers, warns cognitive neuroscientist Joel Pearson, who highlights the need to research AI’s psychological implications.

Pro Tip: if you stuff that box with crinkly paper, you have created cat Nirvana.

Too bad about that fishing accident…

Tangled up in Blue.

Peter Pearson.

I like to use the VR app, Wander. Wandering all around the world in virtual reality using Google Street view. I keep the verbal “call and response” version of the ChatGPT app on my phone close by. As I wander around the planet, I ask the bot questions, really obscure ones, about all the weird stuff I see. It’s like having a deeply nuanced travel companion with a deep book on tons of minutia. It makes the obscure become visible. And it’s a lot of fun…

Stab stab stabby stab stability stab.

Kagi, Sider, YouTube Premium.

“I’m sorry Dave, I can’t wash that. This wardrobe is too important for you to jeopardize it.”

We debouched from the copse, after hiding from the cops.

My recently departed puss, Alley (tuxedo, lived to 19), absolutely loved crinkly packing paper stuffed into a cardboard box. That was her great adventure, her domain, her hiding place, her happy place. We used to buy packing paper at Amazon just so we’d always have enough on hand to stuff into a box. You never saw such a happy cat.

And like a bad neighbor, State Farm won’t care.

Damn shame, for her or anyone with cancer. I had a friend, quite a while ago, in her 30s. She developed ovarian cancer, and it took her out in short order. You never know, best to enjoy every day.

You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension—a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas.

He is a keeper. Give him a belly scritch for me…

Resist as much as possible without getting killed. BTW, I’m an Old-White-Guy Boomer. Not all people in my generation are lining up to kiss Trump’s ass…

Graduated high school in 1975. BTW my niece has a Camden and a Corbin. My daughter is named Chelsea.