EDIT… UPDATE…
First, we survived another “be weather aware” night. Although we had a short storm, it wasn’t awful. The worst part was the scary, blaring warnings coming from every device we own. Other areas weren’t so lucky and there’s some awful wide-spread damage... just nothing here or close to my hometown.
I didn’t think there was damage close to me (lots in Columbus and Bloomington), but around 10:30 PM, NaLona had a tree blow down across her truck and roof. No clue what kind of damage is under that tree, but I’d guess the truck is totaled and the roof has damage too. At 10:30 PM, we had NOTHING. Not a drop of rain even… and she’s about a mile from the barndo as the crow flies. Crazy!
I am not a man.
I picked Colette up because Ben was working. Coco took a photo to send to her Dad to let him know we were on our way. She’d just had field day at her school, and like her Dad, she’s not one to smile for photos. (They both think it’s funny or way more impressive to scowl, I guess.) Me? I always crack a big, fake smile.
I planned to look at the camera for a brief second for the shot (I was driving), but didn’t get the chance.
Technology is amazing… until it isn’t.
Since the photo wasn’t great, I thought I’d ask ChatGPT to make us pirates. This is a first-rate example on how you can’t trust AI to always be right.
I am not a man. I do not want to be a man.
I do not have chest hair.
Now you know: Llike his brother, Unabomber Ted Kaczynski, David Kaczynski also spent years rejecting society, living in a hole in the Texas desert covered by metal sheets. David would return to society and eventually provided the FBI with the tip leading to Ted’s arrest.