A real product.

I decide to wash their comfy beds today. Here they are, letting me know in the clearest terms that a towel is not an acceptable substitute.

The was the first "memory" I used. TTY tape. Hours laboriously typing a program into the mainframe, then at least an hour waiting for the punch to save it to tape. One nick or fold in the tape, and you were screwed.

If you want to know why turning Google search into an "AI assistant" is dangerous, look no further than this little gem that popped up unbidden on my phone just now.

Mood indigo

I heard he's thinking of opening a restaurant:

Remember the pic of him with his new "buddies," holding a Quarter Pounder like he's in a kidnapping "proof of life" photo? It captures the exact moment the final shred of his soul died. Yeah, he'll do anything for that sweet taste of power.

I think you'll find them all here:

Let's not forget that his big AR reveal is a pair of glasses that make you look like the most punchable kid in the chess club.

It's his Sammy Davis Jr. moment.

He really digs the "Hitler frown," except like everything else, he buffoonishly overdoes it.