Monthly Archives: November 2025

AI Gets Angry

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AI has become a go-to for tedious documents and letters, but who knew that it could be told to get angry? I asked it to, and it delivered.

Your email is absolutely infuriating! How dare you try to twist my feelings and words to suit your narrative. It is crystal clear that you have no regard for my boundaries or emotions, despite my repeated attempts to communicate them to you. Your gaslighting and attempts to downplay my feelings are despicable. You have the audacity to shift blame onto me for being angry about topics that you continuously bring up. It is not my responsibility to manage your inappropriate behavior.

Love Portal at 14th Street, Manhattan

Stop trying to manipulate the situation and take accountability for your actions. My feelings are valid, and your attempts to dismiss them only solidify my decision to cut off contact with you. I have no interest in engaging with someone who consistently disregards my feelings and boundaries. Your manipulative and disrespectful behavior has left me with no desire to continue any form of communication. Do not contact me again. Sincerely infuriated, The Anger in the Machine

Rags the guard dog from Woody Allen’s Sleeper

The problem is the lack of tone, the same words repeated in a predicable pattern, no typos, no tangents. It’s like Rags in Sleeper, too cute to take seriously. We’ll have to give it time.

Organizing My Disorganized Life

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I’ve always wanted to get my life organized, Then I’d know what I’m doing now, Maybe tomorrow too. It would also help compensate my past disorganization. What is that saying again? “If I’d only been organized, what my life could have been!” No, that’s not it, but it’ll have to do.

Truth be told, I am an organized person. My space is neat and my pens are in a row. I have an agenda, and I love to make lists. I’ve got things under control. Even if I don’t. What it is is that I’m organized in my disorganization.

My thinking is that being too organized is worse. You’re left staring into the abyss of “what now?” With everything sorted and labelled, boxed and stacked, pruned and jarred, all the plans and people in your life ordered, there’s only the plans for the plot and stone. And that’s just stupid. Better to have never bothered at all.

The ephemeral is the thing, the magic and tingling, the joy of stepping out and seeing what’s next. And so, yes, to the organization, but only to the point where the moments are furrowed so that things may happen, knowing there’s a drawer full of clean underwear for the morrow.

The Ennui of a Game Seven Final

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“Game seven,” offered Toronto Blue Jays John Schneider on the eve of the 2025 World Series finale. “No two words are better in sports.”

I must disagree. As exciting and intense as the contest might be – and was – it’s the finality of it that strips it of its sheen, leaving one to ask “What of tomorrow?”

In other words, as much as tomorrow might creep at its petty pace and life be a walking shadow, a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, it’s sure as hell a lot better than the alternative: waiting until next season.