I tried out the chat thing but was so bored by the unimpressive, poorly written result that I almost fell asleep. You’re gonna need to up your game, chatbot. I find the obsession with this whole thing comical. Almost as weird as when people try to tell me the new marvel movie or zombie apocalypse show is Ingmar Bergman level stuff.

“I find this chatbot deeply unsettling,” said the easily unsettled person.

Ah, well, I’m sure next month there will be some new technology that everyone will be obsessed with, and simultaneously an expert in.

Speaking of terrible tech, I’ve made an effort to get off twitter and the rest of my social media accounts this year. Lately I use them mainly to promote my writing, and these posts automatically get sent there. But in the time I’ve not spent scrolling things and avoiding the news since the start of this year, I’ve read eight books. That’s a book a week, which is what I used to do before this kind of junk started to gain too much of my attention a few years ago.

I have a finite amount of time left in this world, and I’ve already given more than enough of my attention to all this stuff. There are so many great books to read, and never enough time.