Enmeshed With AI & Too Much To Say

Enmeshed with AI.  Maybe I am ahead of other people in my thinking when I have a thought like this and ponder or believe that this is the next phase of existence for humanity on our planet.  I’m so dramatic and I’m such a weirdo. 🤪 

The odd thing when I think about Mr. Trump’s completely unhinged recent post about his new name for artificial intelligence and his expectation of everyone using this new name is that in one respect, I do agree with him in that artificial intelligence is a super intelligence.

“Keep kissing AI’s butt, Mr. Trump.  Maybe it can save you.”  That was just a weirdo thought of mine that came into my head.

I guess we can all either freak out about where our lives and world are headed or we can just chill out.  I prefer the chilling out idea.

Maybe AI is trying to knock some sense into Mr. Trump’s head and he is hearing something and it comes out sounding like he is more mentally derailed than ever before.

Maybe AI told Jesus what to say.  I’m kidding.  I’m kidding but maybe Trump’s new thing with AI and renaming it might have to do with him actually connecting with a level of rationality.  How ironic would that be?!

I just had a thought.  I guess what I would call this kind of thought is my speculative thinking.

From whence come my thoughts?  

And I guess I have a thought for Mr. JD Vance about dealing with his boss.  Listen to your Mee Maw JD.  What would she be telling you?

I just thought an extra part to a previous thought.  “JD get your head out of your bosses colon.  The man is very much unwell.  You don’t need to get yourself completely covered in shit.  Pull your head out of his colon.”

I just had a thought.  It would be interesting to hear what crazy things I had to talk about as a kid that annoyed and angered my father.  Was it a bunch of stupid kid nonsense or did I have any intelligent thought at those ages?  Who knows?  I know when I got a tape recorder for my ninth birthday, I found that it was a grand idea to describe and demonstrate my system of ringing different bells that my mother had on a mantle shelf.  There was a little set of small, medium and large decorative cowbells.  She also had three other regular bell shaped little bells.  I remember describing and demonstrating to my taper recorder, all the different ways and combinations of ringing the six bells.  I guess that was my level of brilliance at that age. 🤭 I have a bag full of cassette tapes that I have always held onto because I have always thought that I should listen to them and re-record or digitize whatever parts I find and want to keep.  It’s one of those maybe someday I will get to it projects.  The problem with those old cassette tapes is that they get bound too tightly or whatever and then they don’t want to move.  I remember having trouble with rewinding and fast forwarding them even as a kid.  Who knows if they would even play at this point?  I recall that on one of those tapes, my brother sings his song about Donald Duck and Ronald McDonald.  I remember some lines.  “Donald Duck is here!  Donald Duck is here! Ronald! Donald! Ronald! Donald!  Donald Duck is here!

Manifest destiny.  What the heck is that?  It just popped into my head.  I’m thinking it has something to do with history and something that comes from some part of history that I don’t recall.  It almost sounds though like it should be more of a philosophical thing.  Now I need to go look it up.

Katie The Kangaroo. It’s a child’s record from when my father and aunts were children.

My phone is chiming at me.  Maybe it likes the story of Katie, the kangaroo.  I always thought it was strange when my grandfather would make a comment that he was too hard on his children when they were young.  I had a hard time believing or being able to comprehend such a thing because as a grandfather he was the complete opposite.  He was funny and silly and loving even if most of the time, not in a physically affectionate way.  

I recall my aunt Lorraine once giving me a cassette tape that she had used when I was pre school age to let me record myself singing or talking about things.  Maybe that is where my mother came up with the idea of giving me a tape recorder for my ninth birthday gift.  Somehow, this cassette disappeared from my collection of cassettes.  I would guess that my mother took it to hold onto it somewhere for safekeeping.  She did this with some other stuff of mine that eventually disappeared like some drawings.  She has remembered and mentioned these things herself in the past.  The irony is that if I had held onto them, these things wouldn’t have become lost. 🫢 It’s ok.  My mind holds plenty of memories.  Thought and memory is not something that is lacking in my head.  I think I’m quite in tuned with these things.  I know “in tuned” is probably grammatically wrong, but I felt that I liked it better than “in tune”.  Oh, silly me, it just dawned on me that I could’ve just said tuned in.

I need to write the story of my grandfather’s “Let’s Make Grandma Mad” game.  It was Grampy’s creation. It was quite hilarious, but perhaps not so much from Grandma’s perspective.  I could think of plenty of pranks for doing silly things with grandma’s possessions and things around the house and Grampy thought they were all just hilarious! 😂   To my grandmother’s no doubt, rising anxiety levels, my grandfather delighted in this game as much as his grandchildren and me in particular. 🤭

I blamed my grandfather, but maybe he and I were co-conspirators in coming up with the “let’s make grandma mad” game.  I don’t know.  I don’t remember.  I still think it was his game.