People always think I'm joking when I tell them I used to strip the padding out of the kids' Halloween costumes so they wouldn't suffer heat stroke.

I remember sitting in my father’s trade show booth in the ‘80s as a preteen, watching one person after another walk up with a rolling file cabinet to introduce themselves. “What do you do?” “We manufacture decorative tin cans. What do you do?” “I’m an entrepreneur.”

Related: I am kicking around “Grouchy Food Analyst.”

In all seriousness, my AI dream is that it backfires spectacularly, flooding the internet with so much shitty content that people start to realize just how much dreck they’ve been consuming and the pendulum swings back to folks valuing and seeking out good work again. Emphasis on “dream.”

If you use it, I require a photo.

Because it’s a good line and you love saying it ;-)

That bartender is fantastic.

This is, among many other more serious things, a textbook illustration of the difference between punching up and punching down.

(Due to his otherworldly commitments, George Carlin will appear as a holographic AI deepfake.)