In certain cases such as medicine, I'd expect Artificial Intelligence to regurgitate provide useful information, although it might provide bad, wrong information as well. In other cases, such as analyzing President Biden's term as president, I would expect word salad.

Read on for why.

The Bridge reached 240 kudos. John's Living Nightmare, with its gargantuan hit level, reached 200 kudos, the fourth story to do so.

Power just returned after a couple days. Now might be a good idea to get new batteries for a couple of my UPSs. I may be able to return my worn-out UPS batteries by UPS.

I first learned this about molecules in fifth grade: a molecule is the smallest amount of a material that has the properties of that material. The textbook ended a discussion on oxygen telling us, "Oxygen atoms travel in pairs. Two oxygen atoms form an oxygen molecule. The oxygen molecule is the smallest amount that has the properties of oxygen."

... to Pluto vs. traveling to Proxima Centauri

From Norton's latest log of resolved security risks:

7/20/2023 9:11:43 PM,High,Norton Internet Security 2006 Password Manager setup.exe (Heur.AdvML.B) detected by Virus scanner,Quarantined,Resolved - No Action Required,Threat Actions performed: 1

 

7/20/2023 8:28:37 PM,High,Norton Internet Security 2006 Password Manager setup.exe (Heur.AdvML.B) detected by Virus scanner,Quarantined,Resolved - No Action Required,Threat Actions performed: 1

I'm currently watching/playing an interactive DVD game, a visual novel. The protagonist and a time-patrol agent are currently caught between time, or in a crevice outside of time. They will only spend perhaps a couple minutes caught outside of time before returning to the protagonist's world.

The opening salvo (parts 1-4) to my original "A Bikini Beach Summer" just recently surpassed 10000 hits. It's still a distant second to "John's Living Nightmare" at 14500. Similarly, my standalone BB story, "BB: A Boy's Visit" has broken through 6000 hits.

"The Bridge" might hit 3000 sometime this year; I don't know.

... Tails, you win. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. This post might spoil a little bit.

It's been over two months since my previous posting of "A Bikini Beach Late Summer". This is what I didn't want to happen. The alternative, unfortunately, had already happened: it had been years, and I hadn't come close to finishing the story.

A photon scatters off an electron. Or perhaps an electron scatters off a photon. Or perhaps an electron and photon scatter. Whatever you choose to call it, the electron absorbs the photon and a little later, emits a photon. This is the diagram:

The horizontal axis is meant to be the time axis, although one may imagine the figure has having two spacial dimensions.

The above is the sane process.

The further I post in "A Bikini Beach Late Summer", the more I'm going to have to edit, revise, and even write new material. At some point, it's going to be mostly writing. That means that there will be more time between postings, and more opportunity to procrastinate and stall.

Sigh... I'll see what happens.

I think that my BB sequel depends on the reader not only having read the first, but also caring about the characters -- the clique in particular -- and wanting to know what happens to them, and hoping that they can get back together. But seven years after the story was originally posted, readers have forgotten the story, forgotten the characters, or at least don't care any more about them.

Big, heavy, depressed sigh.