Bot Fun

I wore out a bot who reached out to me last night while we were watching Game 5 of the ALCS. 

The bot reached out to me because I subscribe to a fan page of a musician I once worked with. In my experience he is a terrible tipper! 

Also we only played music, just so you know. This was my first attempt at bot torture. We have a friend who is really great at it, and that's what inspired me to engage when the bot wanted to talk to me. I made a point of not telling it anything revealing.

No Kings II

Updates: The New York Times today says "thousands" came out to protest. The president then posted an AI video of himself in a fighter plane dumping feces on crowds of protesters, who are then covered in shit. The president is so icky.

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Sometimes you just need to get your yayas out. I met with a bunch of (mostly) older folks out on the pavement and waved to cars, getting them to honk.

Woooooo!!!!

Honk if you love America!

Honk if you love Democracy!

Thank you!

and for those who did not honk:

Honk in your heart!

At one point the most beautiful parade of lowriders came through, with gorgeous paint jobs and delightful joie de vivre. Two little kids rode their illegal tiny motorbikes, which would usually make me angry, but they were with the program. We had one student driver pass by who was freaked out by the commotion, but her instructor honked the horn for her.

One lady early on approached me to ask what the fuss was about. I explained the thinking behind the movement and she thanked me. I hope she comes out next time.

I would say that there were close to twice as many people out today. The signs were amusing and heartfelt, the police were respectful, but the shade was sparse. I met a really nice lady who, if I see her again, I want to share contact info with.

I went hard at sign waving and fun making for my fellow protesters, and I hydrated because it was really warm today. After giving my all for an hour, I went home to scoop up mrguy. He had chemo this week and was not feeling well, and also disappointed that he wasn't well enough to go out. He was making himself some toast when I got home, and I took him down in Tiger Brown to see the local protest for himself. He did not, as I suggested, try out my sun roof. We honked and wooed at people and then went to the store to get some juice. It was lovely. He felt great that he got to participate. 

We'll see if I have any voice tomorrow. I was singing in the store and my voice was cracking a bunch...It felt great to go out there and express myself and amuse the people. 

First Amendment, baby.

Thank You, Mr. President

Thank you for ranting about the restoration of this awesome-looking church, the United States Air Force Academy Chapel in Colorado Springs. Without your passion for whatever it is today I would not have known about it. There is a similar looking structure near the airport on Oahu, and I wonder if there is a connection between the two.

The offending church

Here's an interesting interview with the architect, Walter Netsch. By the spelling of his last name I'm guessing that his ancestors were Wendish, by the way.

Here is the Netsch family home, recently restored. He really took "death stairs" to a whole new level.

Loooove this cool library. 

And without the inflammatory post about the church, I would not know about

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Thank you, oh great one!

A Week in October

It's felt really busy at work this week. I wrestled with this guy, that had a document from the 3rd forklift line on it. I had to get the floppy reader, coax it to engage with the floppy, and then I attempted to put the files straight onto the server because I was worried I'd never get the floppy to connect again. That was not permitted by the operating system, so I had to drag it to the desktop. Could not be read by Word, so I opened it in TextEdit, from there into Docx, then tried to put it on the server. Apple, right now you are on my bad list. You know there is a bug in your software that is making my life impossible, and you won't fix it.

So I get my newly converted elderly digital file on the server and it's greyed out. I had to use some backend code that my coworker taught me in order to put a new version (and my all-important readme about the machinations that led to this file still being alive almost 30 years later) on the server without being greyed out. 

Also work -- I wonder if there is a term for something that has been on the free table on multiple occasions. I found this on the free table before the pandemic. I wore it for a while, trimmed the beads off, got tired of it and put it back on the free table. Just found it there again.

This is my beautiful handbag that I found on the free table a few months ago. I love it so much! It contains a special package -- cat poop from my baby boy, to be sent to the vet. All good, but he had a tooth cleaning this week and now he is a little wiggy and sometimes fears me.

I have been very social this week. Talked with the Rev after work on Tuesday. Went out to dinner with Precious Nephew on Thursday. Burned my tongue on Immunity Broth, which I had to get because of its name. Still hurts two days later. Yesterday I went to a luncheon for work (lots of people-ing) and then went out with a girlfriend from the restaurant for dinner (more people-ing). But it was great.

There were some gorgeous skies this week.

My Christmas cactus seems to be an October cactus. Pretty!

And my team is going to the division series for the first time since 1993. There was a lot of baseball. Vlad Guerrero Jr. is so great. I will be rooting for you, young man!

I had two hours of people-ing this morning, attending my Irish genealogy group meeting. By now I am pooped, both literally and figuratively. There's something going on with my innards that is unpleasant and makes me suspect that I should stay home this evening instead of watching a Japanese horror film with friends as I had planned.

More in these pages.