The problem with AI is that it looks so much like “Al” (short for “Albert”).
I keep worrying over this one mysterious prick who apparently steals everyone’s creative work and then coldly plots to kill us all.
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Not a single strand of gray. This was 2016.
Time is a cruel mistress, folks.
I was planning to dress up for halloween as Virginia Woolf this year, but then I ditched the idea. Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?
A cacaphony of birds announces its presence on Salem Avenue in Roanoke, Virginia. October 2024.
Que sera serAARP?
Trojans — why did they name a condom after a group of people who let an enemy slip through their defenses?
Every time I stand up, a different body part hurts. This is like the worst f***ing game of roulette ever.
I’m in a big rush today, so I’m going to have to make a few hasty generalizations.
You understand.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 