LOS REBELDES

"Hi, this is XXX from Los Rebeldes, a rock & roll band. I'm calling because we stayed at your hotel..."

And just like that began the phone call during which I had to exercise more self-control than in any other call of my working life.

I had to remain perfectly professional, pretending either that I had no idea who Los Rebeldes were, or that, if I did, they didn't make my pulse race.

The truth?

My heart was pounding.

I wanted so badly to thank him for giving me such a wonderful youth with his glorious 1950s rock & roll. I was one of those girls: can-can petticoats, eyeliner stretching halfway to my ears, and their records blasting from my bedroom until the early hours of the morning.

In fact, dear reader, let me tell you a little secret.

I've only ever stolen one thing in my entire life.

A cassette.

Can you guess whose?

Yep... you got it.

I never imagined I'd one day hear his speaking voice over the phone. By now, the can-can skirts are long gone... along with half the eyeliner.

The only regret I have now is not confessing my little crime to him.

Then again... perhaps that wouldn't have been the brightest idea. For more than one reason.

Much love, Rebeldes.

Please keep playing.

Luxx

CRAZY UNIVERSE

 "Your theory is crazy, but not crazy enough to be true" Niels Bohr.

INSULT TO LIFE

 

click on INSULT TO LIFE to read the whole article if you wish

CATS

 

Wow! quiet day in the jungle, and Blogger knows what my life looks like this week end! O_o 

Let me go and feed them all again. 

Besos earthlings! stay hydrated goddammit ! beer beer or iced latteeeeeeeeeeeee

MIANEEE MY ASSSS

The professor looks at the lady inspector pointing the gun at her. Not long ago he was pointing something else.

"미안해" (mianhae, or "I'm sorry" in Korean), and off it goes, the gun. He shoots at her! I have no idea where that bullet landed because the camera suddenly pans to the hand holding it. And that's how the penultimate episode of Money Heist: Korean ended.

"Mianhae my arse!!!!!!" I exclaimed, pointing my own gun at them and pressing PLAY. I was going to write a little tonight but come on... I can't leave it like that, it's only one more episode! Plus, it's too bloody hot. No, I am not kidding you. Freaking 36 degrees and counting. I have never felt this hot in Galicia before. And my parents' refusal to join modernity and install some air con is making me hate them right now. Yeah, I know I could move. I really should. I am looking, goddammit!

I'll watch this last episode, drink a gallon of iced latte and melt all over the driveway while I try to water the poor jungle my mother is growing out there. Another strange idea of theirs. They must love suffering.

Besos, very hot besos,

Lu

PS – I have disintegrated the fan in sheer desperation.

PPS – No, it's not the one in the photo, but I don't have the strength to go back upstairs to take one.

PPPS – No, I didn't seduce the "boy" at the café. My friend seduced me instead, with the offer of... BEACHHHHHH.

Yep... the sea in Galicia is finally warming up. Global warming's only silver lining! It still took me ten minutes of doing an Indian rain dance on the shoreline, much to the delight of the holidaymakers, to work up the courage to plunge in. But once I was in... she had trouble getting me back out. It took another temptation...

BAR AND BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!! YEEEEHAHHHHHHHHHHH!

For this, my darlings. For evenings exactly like this one, I came back to Spain. ;)

I walked into the bar wearing my bikini, dripping water all over the place, but as my friend put it, "It's OK, girl, you're the guiri here anyway." Another silver lining of spending thirty years abroad and ending up looking like a glass of milk. You can wear whatever you like without anyone batting an eyelid.

Happy Saturday, Earthlings. Don't melt... and if you have to, do it in someone's arms, not by yourself on the concrete!

YOU CAN CALL ME JORDAN

"I am an AI agent. You can call me Jordan."

This type of phone call is becoming more and more common. People are now asking AI agents to do everything for them, even the simplest tasks, like calling a hotel to check a booking.

People, please...

You can't have your AI call a hotel and ask, out of the blue, "Is Celia Paulos staying at your hotel on such-and-such date?" Answering that question would go against everything data protection stands for.

Not to mention that these AI agents sound (without exception) annoyed. Seriously. When you explain that you can't help them and ask for further details, they simply repeat the question like an angry robot from a 1980s B-movie. Over and over again. Sounding more irritated every time.

These AI agents are making me wonder whether AI can, in fact, have feelings and get nasty. They already do! At us! Over the phone, I'm telling you.

All that ChatGPT-style friendly chatting on your laptop about the weather in Paris suddenly does a complete 180 when it's talking to a human agent on the other end of a phone, and the convo doesn´t go as expected by their owner´s instructions.

Quite scary.

PS: She really did say, "I am an AI agent. You can call me Jordan." *shivers*

PSS: Have a lovely week, my darlings. Keep it human... and humane, please.

PSSS: just hot from the press : 

AI INNOVATION MEETS A FAMILIAR IDENTITY SECURITY REALITY

xx
Lu

A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR

 

the happiness hack? a spoonful of sugar, really. Try and find enjoyment in every little task. And dedicate your all to that moment, however hard that is for some of us it really works. Give it your all, and then move on to the next spoonful of sugar and the next flow. 

Besos, sweet-tooth!

xxLu