Picture this: you are walking along on a sidewalk, path, or trail, and some random person is approaching you from the opposite direction. I call them randos, randoes. Whatever; a person selected from the group of other people, many of whom you don’t know or like. In set notation, {person: people who are not you}.
An encounter with orcs. Last night, as I was walking home from a modest outing in downtown Sunnyvale, the home of Buffy’s hellmouth, I witnessed a homeless person, formerly known as filthy vagrants, hanging around the west side entrance (a dead end world), waiting for someone to open the gate and let them in so …
An interesting and well established peculiarity about elephant behavior is that sometimes, while they are sleeping, elephants can tip over onto their face and begin rotating around in a circle, pushed along by their hind legs as they move together in a pseudo walking motion.
In the past, I have written about a guy named Greg, and I thought I should revisit the character and flesh out his backstory to give him more depth. Coincidentally, I’ve been thinking about trying out ChatGPT from OpenAI. To be clear, I am not a fan of either Greg or artificial intelligence, whether combined …
If you think it’s easy to throw an axe and make it stick, think again. You have to be at just the right distance, with just the right spin for the blade to make right angle contact with the target and dig solidly in there. Otherwise, it just bounces helplessly to the ground.
Inside Doug's Head 