And on to part two of this diabolical dialogue with a dull AI interface.
Author: Brian Gerard
Brian is now a gentleman farmer. Well, the gentleman part is kind sketchy...but then again so is the farmer part. He really is a City Boy but is off on a new adventure. He pretends the rows of corn are tenement housing.
The dude writes books. Not Bukowski is his second with mostly words.
He has appeared on stage both as a comic and as a microphone stand, all dependent if his jokes were funny or not. (That one wasn’t. Mic stand!)
He also is an award-winning photographer person. He has had pictures in Smithsonian Magazine. And in the Post Office.
He won a bake sale once too. He’s a mediocre painter. And a web and design guy.
Otter Boy Meets ChatGPT (Part 1)
Let’s ask an AI interface to write my new novel.
saving the world: my mac-n-cheese brings all the environmentalists to the yard
Corporate America is looking out for you…but not me.
under the bus
I don’t think I have actually ever seen someone thrown under a bus.
Sage and Tarragon Seared Pork Dumplings in Chicken Broth with Chives
A mouthful to say and a mouthful to eat!
Brian… Farmer Guy
Brian is now a gentleman farmer. Well, the gentleman part is kind sketchy…but then again so is the farmer part. He really is a City Boy but is off on a new adventure. He pretends the rows of corn are tenement housing.
The dude writes books. Not Bukowski is his second with mostly words.
He has appeared on stage both as a comic and as a microphone stand, all dependent if his jokes were funny or not. (That one wasn’t. Mic stand!)
He also is an award-winning photographer person. He has had pictures in Smithsonian Magazine. And in the Post Office.
He won a bake sale once too. He’s a mediocre painter. And a web and design guy.
He’s been keeping a diary of his Covid-19 experiences.
Karie… Farmer Gal
Karie has wanted to return home to Virginia since she left more than 30 years ago.
Now she has.
She also wanted to live on her own farm.
Now she does.
Gracie…Blue Dog c.2005-2020
Gracie was a Romanian Root Hound. She actually came from Romania where she was owned by an eccentric old man named Dr. Acula.
Ok… that’s a lie. She was a mutt… but it’s so trendy to have some poofy made up breed like SharpaShitzu or Snickerdoodle… or ParisHilton… so we did it too.
She was NOT a rescue. We did not climb down an embankment and dive into a roaring river to save her from a washed-away log. We got her at The Used Dog Store… also known as The Pound. She was a used dog. Someone didn’t want her.
We did.
Sometimes the sun would hit her shiny black coat just right and she looked a bit blue.
Yeah, we know there is a famous Blue Dog from the world of art but.. this is OUR Blue Dog.
As the other animals arrived on the farm, she taught them Social Distancing. For a little thing, she had a good growl and a nip. She was ahead of her time.
After a bout with an enlarged heart and fluid retention, Gracie passed gently on April 13, 2020.
In a fitting tribute that afternoon, Brian played Celtic dirges on the spoons. Trouble the Pig read from the Torah (She likes the views on pigs found there.). Remmi the Wonder Dog ran into a tree. Karie was appalled that Vinny the Cat took a nap.