This seems like the product of well-honed bsky alt image text writing.

Perhaps you'll be happy to know that I was once removed from a restaurant pub with my baby. 'Twas 2pm on a Saturday. The "Beef & Bird" hears you.

I was talking with a friend about this at the weekend, as medical transcription used to be my job. You will always have to have humans checking that AI output; it's too important to fuck up.

Do acts of God also include the poor design decisions of a man of whom far too many have a cult-like devotion to the belief in, regarding his alleged destiny to be the "long term" savior of mankind?

Professionally speaking, due to my modern workplace, it is only the front of my objectively bad haircut that matters. I am not accustomed to seeing my self-inflicted haitcut from this angle. Luckily I am tall... but maybe it is time to start over.

This was probably my last day swimming in the lake this year. It was lovely, but chilly, and required a well-blanketed nap.

Post truth.

Please no catching fire...