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I can’t find it now, but I recently spied a question from a new HoCo resident who wanted to know if we had weekly tornado tests.  I did not know that weekly tornado tests were a thing but I guess they are in tornado-prone areas. You won’t be surprised that I was thinking about that post last night as I saw pictures of people “hunkering down” in their basements.

Are we becoming a tornado-prone area? Or at least a dangerous storm area? Do I have any data? 

Nope. But definitely curious.

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This is a screen shot from a reel so it isn’t the clearest image. stressdoodlejames shared this with the word: Agreed.


LET’S GET

ONE THING STRAIGHT.

IF IT'S MADE BY AI, IT ISN'T ART.

IT'S SLOP.

WORSE.

IT'S THEFT.

IT STEALS FROM REAL ARTISTS.

POISONS THE AIR & WATER.

AND IT'S

MAKING YOU DUMBER.


I’ve decided to take a stand on this. If you’re a local business and you use AI slop I will not buy your product, recommend it, or share your posts. If you are a local nonprofit: same. I will not donate to your cause or promote it. Political candidate? Nope, nope, nope.

AI slop is theft. If you use it then your values are not my values. 


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From my favorite UK panel show, QI:



I need to know what they do with it after you bring it in. Seems crucial.


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Someone on Reddit (r/Ellicott City) wants to know about the Fountain Motel. They asked a question and then I learned something.



This is the first time I’ve seen it. What do you know about it? 

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I’m going to give you another shot at this. Why might this statement invite further scrutiny? 



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And, finally, in the worst sort of vague-booking tradition…

Someone new in town sent me an email this week that bordered on sheer arrogance. May I just say that probably the worst person to underestimate is someone who has been writing a community blog for fifteen years and keeps all receipts? 

First impressions make all the difference.


Have a great day!


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