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Death and Snowballs

 


I went looking for something on Facebook recently and discovered I was dead. 

Let me explain.

I discovered some time ago that I could search my past Facebook posts by typing my name plus probable key words into the search bar. This has also helped me track down photos that for some reason I hadn’t saved to my iPad.

The last time I did this something very different happened. I was looking for a thread in which I asked someone “are you lost?” and this happened.


Excuse me?

This must be a mistake. I tried it again, with slightly different search words.


Friends, I am not dead. 

My arm hurts, my shoulder hurts, and I am homesick. But I am not dead. I am mightily sick and tired of the stupidity of AI as it degrades more and more of daily life. Imagine my surprise when I searched Instacart to see if a particular store carried muffins.


Did you mean muffins, puffins?


Why do you ask? 

Do many of your customers come looking for muffins, puffins? Are they also looking for eggs, legs? Beef, reef? Bananas, bandannas? Are we living in a Dr. Seuss book now?

Something that did not make me want to bang my head against a wall is this photo from the Milwaukee Airport. 

Recombobulation Area


Someone shared it yesterday, and then I shared it, but then I woke up this morning I wondered if it was a real, true thing. 

It is. 

Reflecting on the world’s only “Recombobulation Area, Mollie Snyder, On Milwaukee 

I think we could use a bit of time and space for Recombobulation after the primary season.

Perhaps a snowball would help? This Facebook post reminded me that Pete’s Snowballs is still a happening thing. 





And don’t forget that they have local honey, too. I hear that’s good for what ails you.


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