Sunday, June 18, 2023

The End is Near

Instead of working, cleaning house, or going grocery shopping, I'm screwing around on the Internet.  Weird stories (Aliens Possess My Toy Bulldog!), current events (Biden Loses His Mind on TV; Trump is Headed For Prison; Everybody Hates Somebody), scantily clad women of questionable moral character - yeah, all that and a fifth of Jack.

Then I submitted "The Interview", a story about a goth style vampire and the woman who traps him, to an e-magazine for publication - but I'm not holding my breath.  I'm not what the magazine wants, and the story isn't safely inside their bailiwick.

However!

I tripped over an empty gin bottle and found this little gem:

New Myths and AI

Like the sign says, this is a magazine called New Myths.  The article deals with AI and ChatGPT.  Go read it for yourself, then delete your copy of MS Word.  We're finished.

I intend to start drinking heavily.


Thursday, June 8, 2023

Time Waster

Old NFO: Yes, I'm an old fart...

Why do I get involved in these time wasters?  I got this from Old NFO.

Eating in the Fifties and Sixties

Pasta had not been invented. It was macaroni or spaghetti.

There was also slumgullion.  My father HATED slum, so we never got any.
Curry was a surname.
Curry was an unknown.
A take-away was a mathematical problem.
If you went to public school, it was.  Otherwise it was poor diction.
Pizza? Sounds like a leaning tower somewhere.
No, we had pizza.  It was a favorite appetizer / bad for you food.
Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.
We had apples.
All chips were plain.
We had bar-be-que potato chips which were far too hot for the average child to eat.
Oil was for lubricating; fat was for cooking.
And axle grease was used in place of butter.
Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.
Truth!  The only tea was Lipton.
Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.
Cubed sugar was stolen, one or two cubes at a time, and fed to the burro.
Chickens didn't have fingers in those days.
When chicken fingers first hit the market I couldn't understand what they were.  Everyone knows chickens do not have fingers - don't they?
None of us had ever heard of yogurt.
None of us wanted to hear about yogurt.  My aunt was on some kind of special diet, and she used to get it from the drug store.  Yech!


Healthy food consisted of anything edible.
Well, sort of.


Cooking outside was called camping.
Cooking over a grill or campfire.


Seaweed was not a recognized food.
Who in their right mind would eat seaweed?


'Kebab' was not even a word, never mind a food.
One of the phrases the blockheads in the U.S. got wrong.  Sheesh Kebab was skewered beef, 'sheesh' being the skewer.


Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.
Yep.  Big Sugar was a political force to be reconed with.


Prunes were medicinal.
And they tasted pretty good too!
Surprisingly muesli was readily available. It was called cattle feed.
Because who in their right mind would eat cattle feed?
Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.
That's about right.  I think mom got a real pineapple from someone and dealt with it; it wasn't all that good.

Water came out of the tap. If someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than gasoline for it, they would have become a laughing stock.

Ain't that the truth.  Bottle water?  Are you nuts?
City water tasted funny.  I couldn't drink it, and then I found out the city charged for it.  Charge money for a glass of water?  Are you nuts?

The one thing that we never ever had on/at our table in the fifties and sixties ... was elbows, hats and cell phones.

Get your elbows off the table!
Put your hat away!  People will think you came from the wrong side of the tracks!
<dead silence, as cell phones hadn't been invented yet>
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