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

2036

 

freaking fascinating

Bullshit of course... or is it? ;)

And if that vid doesn´t tickle your fancy, and you are a teeny weeny bit bored... try this instead. I haven't watched it yet, so don't blame me, but if you're expecting something all lovey-dovey... I think you're going to be disappointed: 

Besos little earthlings... it´s.. Fridayyyyyyyyy!! 

xxLu

SICK

Even the rooster next door (yes... we have a cock next door, the feathered kind. I told you I'm staying with my parents in the countryside! I haven't moved to the city yet) sounds hoarse. I wonder if he's been overdoing the iced drinks too in an attempt to cool down. I wish I hadn't, damn it.

At least the temperature has dropped a little up here, which is a relief.

I hope you're all doing well. From what I've heard, the latest weekly catastrophe has landed in Venezuela. Horrific :´(

On a happier note, it's almost Friday. 

My parents are hitting the road. I'll have the house all to myself for a month.

Hehe.

Hehehe.

((diabolical laughter ))

...and there's this cutie working at my favourite café...

bats eyelashes, looking utterly innocent and pretty

PS _Besos, keep smiling, even if it hurts. It works, our brains are easy to manipulate ;)

PSS _ and if it doesn´t hurt... LAUGH OUT LOUD PEOPLE!!! laugh so much it does hurt in a different way!! 

Luxx

SACRED STONES AND LATTE

St Martin in The Fields secrets I

If you have the chance... this is one of my favorite places in the UK. Worth the visit. It used to have the best café ever, the cakes and scones were to die for ... and in Christmas the best candlelight carols in the universe.

Nearly Friday my darlings, another push.

PS_ You can always read the floor should you forget a book ;)

xx Lu