So I said, Boy! I ain’t got mouthwash money, just rinse with some hand soap.
Yesterday, I went for a walk in my Second City tee, and this old man asked me if I was a comedian. I said, “Sure. You wanna see something funny?” Before he could answer, I snatched his walker and threw it at the nearby waiter on the restaurant patio.
Only part of that story is true.
Listen! I just finished watching Lee Cronin’s The Mummy (2026), and I swear, if my child was missing for eight years and she came back looking like that, there is no way she is coming home with me. No fuckin’ way.
This creative battle with DallE is a great way to work on my patience. Things feel much harder because there is lots more detail in Kai the Rocket Tree than in The Troll and Ballerina. T&B had two main characters. Kai has five, with detailed clothing, locations and accessories.
After this, I will write books about my experience (that don’t require illustrations):
Forever In Quality Control Hell
and
It’s A Fuckin’ Nightmare I Tell Ya: Trying to Create a Children’s Picture Book with DallE.
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A few hours ago I asked CGPT how we can work better together; I’m following their advice. We’ll see how it goes.
I wanna tell you a story even though I’ve told you this story before, but I really want to tell it to you again because it’s in my head — and whatever is in my head at the moment I feel compelled to share.
One time I started a conversation with my boss, “I probably shouldn’t tell you this but…” and before I could continue he interrupted, “Then don’t tell me!”
I thought that was so funny I fell outta my chair and laughed for like five minutes.
Wanting to tell a story badly is like wanting people to smell something that’s awful, like burnt hair or rotten cabbage or the scent of your protein shake cup that you forgot to wash since last week. Maybe that’s why we repeat stories.
I learned that some of the effects I want on my site can’t be achieved with CSS alone; I also need JavaScript. Gemini seems the best at helping me with code. I’m happy with the results. It’s subtle.
Remember when I started learning Python a few years back? Well, before that, when I was still in university or around that age, I took a programming course, and it was the worst experience of my life.
Worse than that time I was fooling around with this guy, and I put my hand down his pants to massage his male parts, and when my hand came out it smelled like something died in his shorts and I was so confused.
I excused myself, went to the bathroom, scrubbed my hand like I was preparing for surgery, then I told him I wasn’t feeling well and had to leave. I never spoke to him again.
Well, since I am certain I told you my bad experiences with Assembler and C/C++ that came down to a semicolon mishap that sent me to debugging purgatory, I don’t feel like telling anymore — the memory of awful smelly male parts must have turned me off.
Could you imagine if I slept with him and that odour hit me after? OMG! I don’t think a condom would have prevented whatever he had from rubbing off on me. Let’s move on.
It seems I even love programming languages. At least they don’t smell like decomp.
BTW, Evil Dead Burn (2026) is trash. I couldn’t finish it. So disappointing. Especially after Evil Dead Rise set the new bar.
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