At the local chemist and, once again, amazed by the sweet shelf time forgot. Chewits and whistling lollipops both proudly on display.
Still having fun playing with my AI-generated football rumour mill #ai
footyrumours.marketingwithai.rocks
Simon Byrne looks like he’s straight out of a lukewarm BBC1 Wednesday evening sitcom.
Someone left a mini-henge at the beach.
My daughter’s question for the Operation Ouch doctors.
The most talked about movie of the year, but according to Cineworld nobody is mentioning it. #Barbie
It’s good to see Vader embracing their colourful side. #StarWars
Sisyphus had it easy pushing that rock for eternity. He should have tried returning an order to Logitech.
Interesting how some debates around #ev charging connectors focus on the aesthetics of the Tesla charger like it’s some object d’art you hang in your living room, rather than a plug you occasionally connect your car to for power.
My daughter’s at a play rehearsal, leaving me with two hours to fill before picking her up. Eating a big slice of steak pie in a pub seems the most sensible option.
I’ve added another little tool to my ‘hobby’ site. This one turns an email into a list of action points — Great for those long, meandering emails we all get:
My little ongoing weekend project for #AI and #Marketing continues: marketingwithai.rocks
I’ve got a new hobby: Creating AI marketing tools whilst learning JavaScript. If you’d like to see my first effort, here it is:
(please do give me constructive feedback)
It’s very good of the Tories to give me something to follow on a Saturday, now the football season has ended.
I see Johnson has resigned to spend more time with his families.
It would be unbelievable, if it wasn’t so believable. Boris Johnson referred to the police again
Enjoy your weekend.
I'm not the man I used to be
#I’m not the person I used to be. Nobody is. Everywhere I look I see strangers, behind every pair of eyes a hollowness that never used to be there. My invention changed the world, and then it changed everybody in it.
I’ve teleported more than anyone. The first time I shivered as my blood ran ice cold then swung to red hot, the reaction that gave teleportation it’s name; jolting. By my tenth jolt I didn’t feel a thing and declared my invention the driver of human progress. Instant global travel with no environmental impact.
The first travellers were the rich. Business leaders, billionaire entrepreneurs, presidents and prime ministers all came to my door. I saw the look on their faces after their first jolt. Their hands gripping unsteadily, their eyes darting back and to. With each trip they made I saw the reaction lessen, till jolting became mundane. I saw this, but didn’t see what it meant. Do the rich have souls to lose?
It’s taken 20 years, but now almost everyone in the world jolts daily. How many understand what it means to teleport? That the you who arrives home in the evening is not the same person who left in the morning? They may look the same, they may act the same, but you are not there. Your atoms are evaporating out into the universe, replaced by a golem imitating the old flesh.
I look and see mindless automations everywhere. There is no smile on any face, no anger in any heart. Every jolter in the world is a copy, of a copy, of a copy, and with each journey a little more whatever made people human is lost.
When I invented the teleporter I never considered people’s souls. As a scientist, I put aside such theological notions and studied the practical, the evidential, and the technological.
I should have listened to the priests.
Brave of them to do a hymm called Tedium. #coronation
I’ve seen Paul Daniels do this box trick. Is Charles going to disappear? #coronation
Can’t believe they didn’t get the Go Compare guy to do the Welsh singing. #coronation
Given #manutd performance tonight, the only thing keeping Brighton awake till Sunday is what goal celebrations to do.
Off to Liverpool for the first time in ages, and ages. The Horrible Histories Escape Room awaits.
Spring has arrived on the apple tree.
When you’ve pissed off Shakin’ Steven’s, you’ve really gone too far.
(it’s a cracker of a song)