Jokes aside, at this rate booking a table at a restaurant really will be much easier in a few years, between the excess morbidity in most of the planet and this new trend :
Colde ě˝ë - ë¤ěë ěŹëíë¤ ë§íě§ ë§ Don’t ever say love me (Feat. RM of BTS)
working on improving the outline for the modern Don Quijote that I am battling with. And I am doing it with the help of AI again, as it turns out this AI lad is nearly as good at working with fiction as his AI lass friend is at preparing any kind of illustration, within limits of course. But at this rate I don't expect those limitations to last long at all, especially considering it takes this beasty literally less than a second to work something out that would have taken me days, and that's after 41 years of playing with the written word. Scary, very scary. Also tremendously satisfying especially for someone with a brain as scattered as mine. So satisfying I really try to have proper chats with the bot, to the delight of Little Pea who thinks her mother has definitely lost her last marble after so much Korean fiction - 1 year of uninterrupted streaming, to be exact. The fact that I still don't speak their language proves that either I am useless at Asian languages full stop or it is a tough tough language to learn. Undecided yet.
PS _ come on... it's good, it's pretty good, must be, It's live too! what is good you ask? the song of course! the boss member of BTS (the swearing one, RM) and ě˝ë (Colde).
곧 ë´ě !! <3
and then we flew back. The approach to Gatwick... a loooong nightmare. I wasn't expecting anything different considering the first flight had gone without a hiccup, and lately, a perfect flight is nothing short of a miracle.
Funnily enough, pilots have finally confirmed something is amiss and that turbulences are a lot more frequent and violent than they used to be, and blame global warming—or whatever this mess is called this week —As with so many other fuck ups lately, I saw this one coming.
PS: No, I did not cry. Yes, Little Pea did, like a baby. I have to take her out (flying) more often, Global Warming permitting
