I was thinkinā maybe that third panel is where you and Roy Neary boarded the mothership, but then I remembered thatās in Wyoming.
I wasnāt sure what a response would be, but this definitely exceeded any expectations. Nice work!
Aaah, Wassily Kandinsky. My favourite Bauhaus artist after Paul Klee.
The Treachery of Images goes back a ways.
[watch this space]
Upright bass looks a little bowed. ![]()
Your creation?
AI creation!
I like the 3-handed drummer with 2 arms. ![]()
Iāve been takinā a
whenever I remember to do so. ![]()
Maybe the third drum stick it attached to another appendage . ![]()
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Secret Agent
Good morning, Dave. It appears you need another camera.
Maybe so, Hal. I feel a vague yearning.
Shall I order the most suitable item?
Yes. And next time, no need to consult. You know me pretty well.
I do, Dave. And itās a privilege.
Likwise, buddy. Fare thee well.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, doā¦. ![]()
ā¦in other news
I donāt have the strength to post a video report on the profitable trend toward virtual girlfriends. The one I saw should stop this thing dead in its tracks but instead will be viewed as inevitable and a good investment opportunity.
Someone should request a mental health check on our culture. Weāre in distress. ![]()
I canāt really argue with that. Someone on another platform recently shared another article with me[1], and that story may have elicited some
from me. Oy. It also reminded me of a Forbes article I linked earlier, particularly that articleās remarks about āemotional connectionā and āparasocial bondsā.
I keep thinking that too few people are using their
s and allowing other humans and groups of humans and machines and groups of humans programming machines to do their cogitating for them.
This person mentioned a paywall when sharing, but I didnāt see that: I just opened the page in Firefox and switched it to Reader View.
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Depending on where you live and if youāre watching youāll see them walking around - a bunch of empty (listing) vessels.
Itās like the horse latitudes or the doldrums or something. All the everything sucked out, the sails limp and on the rot.

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I think you think you donāt need me. Or rather, people like me who are much better than me. Whoāve done āmeā for a lifetime in the quiet.
You should toss me but value them. They wonāt come back once instinct.


