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The boy who cried tornado.
I accidentally invented an Indian/Mexican fusion dish Friday night. I blame it on a mild case of weather-related panic. As you’ll recall, when last we talked–well, I talked; you just read–it was Friday afternoon and we were under a Tornado Watch. I wasn’t really worried, despite the ominous sky and intense-looking line of storms the…
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Feng shui is exhausting.
Friday afternoon. I’m kicking back in my recliner, feet up, sipping a hard seltzer. I was going to take advantage of the first warm day of the year–it’s 67°, guys!–by hanging out on the deck. I spent 15 minutes searching for folding camp chairs and a little side table, lugged them upstairs to the deck,…
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French fries and free checking.
Friday afternoon, Tara and I stopped by our local credit union to open a new account. The receptionist had us take a seat while waiting for an available account representative and asked if she could get us anything, like water or coffee. “I’d love some French fries,” I replied. My dear wife didn’t even bat…
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Keep your friends close and your robotic enemies closer.
Not that anybody was really fooled, but yesterday’s blog post was entirely AI-generated. Title and all. Rivergirl wrote, “I think we need to establish a safe word so we know it’s really you writing these blogs. Something easy to work into a post like….wombat.” Wombat, Ms. River. Wombat, wombat, wombat. What the @#$!, Paul “Paulie…
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From Pen to Pixel: How AI is Disrupting the Writing Industry
As a writer based in Wisconsin, I’ve seen the advancements of technology over the years, and I’ve often wondered what impact it would have on my profession. The rise of artificial intelligence (AI) has brought about significant changes in various industries, and the writing industry is no exception. AI technology is now being used to…
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This place is for the birds.
When you buy a house from a guy whose business card reads The Birdman, you kind of expect the backyard to reflect his passion. Sure ’nuff… I don’t know if our property is an official Bird Sanctuary, but it oughta be. And then, not more than half an hour after walking through the yard and…
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