This is what my meals look like between photographs.
I just finished lunch. Left over french lentil soup eaten straight from the pan I reheated it in.
No garnish, no bowl, no pictures, and it was delicious.
This is just to say that life goes on between the postings and there’s the beauty.
But just in case you want a little spice here is some that is perfect for every day or entertaining.
Fiction
Yesterday I asked Chap GPT how AI was like trading the cow for magic beans. It gave me a quick and very through answer and then offered to frame it as a humorous version of the metaphor, I said okay , so it did. Then it offered to format it as a Tik Tok script or a stand up bit, I asked for stand up because I'm old school. This is the result (the block quotes are the parts I actually thought were funny, but perhaps only because of what wrote them...)
ChatGPT said:
Here’s a stand-up comedy version, ready for stage delivery:
AI is basically the same as trading your cow for magic beans. You show up with your nice, dependable cow—your boring job, your spreadsheets, your “don’t touch anything, it mostly works” life.
And then some tech bro jumps out like, “Pssst… hey… wanna buy some magic algorithms?”
And you’re like, “Do they work?”
And he goes, “Well… they learn. Eventually. Maybe. Look, they’re shiny.”
So you go home with your little AI beans, and everybody’s like, “Wow, you’re an idiot. You traded a whole cow for ChatGPT Plus.”
But the next morning—BOOM—you wake up to a giant beanstalk made of emails you no longer have to write. AI’s out here drafting your reports, designing your logo, and explaining quantum physics in the voice of a mildly depressed pirate.
But here’s the thing—up the beanstalk? Giants.
Not normal giants—tech giants.
They’re like, “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the data of… pretty much everyone.”
And you’re like, “Hey! That’s mine!”
And they go, “Relax, we only used it to train a toaster that can recognize your emotions.”
So in the end, AI really is like magic beans:
You don’t know what you bought, your family thinks you’ve lost your mind, and you might end up fabulously wealthy… or running for your life because the cloud wants your credit card again.
Was that funny? See you next week!
Melinda
