I have a Google Home assistant, and an iPhone… I wanted to skip to the next track on my phone, but instead of asking, Siri, I said, “Hey Google–next.”
My Google assistant said, “Nothing’s playing,” and without thinking, I apologized to my Google assistant, who immediately answered, “That’s all right.” Apparently, I wanted our new AI overlords to know that I’m polite, so that I’ll be spared when the Singularity actually happens.
TL;DR I made some janky-ass banana bread today
So, I accidentally got about 247 bananas in my last Amazon Fresh order (ok, I actually got 8, but that’s still too many bananas).I didn’t get to four of them in time before they started to turn black. So I thought to myself, “You can just make banana bread!”
As I write this, the entitled, elitist New York Yankees have just had their entitled, elitist New York asses handed to them by a baseball team in Houston, Texas. And I think I’m a little sad about it. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be happy—we are talking about the ‘Evil Empire’ here, losing to a ragtag group of boys from . . . Houston?
The Astros play in Minute Maid Park, a name that conjures images of sunshine, and mom. The Yankees play in Yankee Stadium, a name that conjures images of lions, and Yankees. A cute train goes around Minute Maid Park; Yankee Stadium is in the Bronx. The Bronx doesn’t do cute. Continue reading
