sorabji at WSBJ.com

Sooome days iiiit takes time to determine if I feel well, or feel like a bucket of butt.

Took the E to World Trade Center.

Last week I found a $100 bill on Hazen Street.

24k steps. 10 miles. 5 bridges crossed.

In the early days of the current AI banana-bonsnza I remember calling LLMs for what they are: Bullshit Artists.

Midwood, maybe?

Torrential rain.

Setting up a new PC is like building a house.

I finally made the decision to stop trying to upgrade my rickety old HP Z-something.

Today I feel at ease typing onto my own device for non-work-related ramblings.

I’m not feeling well overall these days.

Sometimes it is a nettlesome task in getting the sticker off of the avocado.

My mother commented, more than once, that I would become friends with anyone I end up sitting next to.

Today I observed a subway behavior that never registered with me.

Temperature dropped 40ºF over the past couple of days.