Do NOT Befriend the Giraffe

More ai text-to-image fun. This time I designed art for a YouTube thumbnail. The thumbnail will herald an old video I found of a wild animal park up in Sonoma, California. Reasons exist not to grow too chummy with our long-necked friends. More shall be explained after I launch the vid.
 

Booze Ape On-the-House

Booze Ape 2023

Drunk as a Monkey

Having fun once again with AI text-to-image and decided to see how the dreamlike.art algorithms would handle my request for a chimp in a seedy tavern. Not exactly Charles Bukowski, but I think the Dirty Old Man would approve.

 

Rob Bonata Message Fail

 We rite good in Kaliforna.

Given the sad state of California education, it's possible that Attorney General Rob Bonata's staff hired locally for someone to design the Attorney General's newsletter.

 

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How Woke Works

 Language is violence if you've never experienced violence.

So many ordinary people are puzzled over wokeness.

 Here's a short that breaks it down to its basic parts.

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Top 5 Halloween Night Movies

 

A Quintet of Spooky Films

At least according to me, with 1 and 2 on the list pretty creepy. Peruse at your leisure. Do you agree? Disagree? Abstain from comment? Whatever the case, Happy Halloween!

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Halloween Super Yard Rocks!

 Look on My Yard, Ye Mighty, and Despair!!

People like me put up a pumpkin and figure I've gotten into the spirit of things. (So to speak.) But walking back to my car from the doctor's office the other day, I encountered true afficiandos. Check it out. (And ignore the little touches I added.) This is full-fledged Halloween commitment.

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George Orwell Poem on Puppies and Teddy Bears

 

More fun with AI as George Orwell pens some verse on the topic of fun fluffy things.

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Long Live Stuffed Brother!

In the land of innocence and plush delight,

Where fluffy tyrants rule with all their might,

Puppies and teddy bears, a surreal sight,

In a world of propaganda, we'll now recite.

 

The puppies, round and soft, so sweet and pure,

But in their eyes, a watchful, secret lure.

Their fluffy paws, a grip so firm and sure,

They play the part, but motives are obscure.

 

Teddy bears, with button eyes, so sly,

In the arms of children, they comply.

A symbol of comfort, as we imply,

But who's the master in this wicked lie?

 

In this utopia of cuddles and play,

The puppies and bears have a role to convey.

They're tools of control, in a subtle way,

As innocence withers, and freedoms decay.

 

They listen in silence, these loyal spies,

Gathering secrets, with their woolly guise.

Whispered confessions, each baby's cries,

In the name of safety, liberty dies.

 

Big Brother watches, through the guise of fluff,

Tracking our lives, and it's more than enough.

As we hug our teddies, and play with our pups,

The surveillance state only tightens its cuffs.

 

So remember, my friends, in this tale so grim,

The cute and the cuddly, it's all a scheme.

In the spirit of Orwell, let's not be dim,

For the truth lies hidden, in this puppy dream.

—ChatGPT

The Dark Knight's Gloomy Day

 

Even our heroes experience time in the dumps.

John P. McCann Channel

Is Gaza The World's Largest Open Air Prison?

 What has upset some people?

Over the past two weeks in the media, I've heard any number of Palestinian boosters use the title phrase. So I made a wry remark. While the current Middle East war is bound to raise passions, was said remark especially hurtful? Give it a look. You decide. 

  

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Halloween Poem by Charles Bukowski

 The Dirty Old Man Opines on All Hallows Eve

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Did Anyone Buy F***ING Candy?

A whiskey-soaked moon hangs low and dim,

On this dark October night, a spectral hymn.

The streets are alive with ghouls and jesters,

And the damned souls of lost barroom testers.

 

The neon lights flicker, casting eerie glows,

On the faces of the dead who walk in rows.

They stumble and stagger, their laughter obscene,

In the ghostly haze of a whiskey-drenched scene.

 

The women in costumes, alluring and wicked,

Their red lips like poison, their eyes like elixir.

They dance on the bar, and they dance on the table,

Seducing the devils, the demons, the unstable.

 

The bartenders pour, with a cynical grin,

Another shot of hellfire, another sip of sin.

The jukebox wails with a mournful tune,

As the lonely souls howl at the blood-red moon.

 

In the corner, a poet, battered and bruised,

With a notebook of verses, all battered and used.

He scribbles his lines in a drunken haze,

Capturing the madness of these haunted days.

 

Halloween, a night of chaos and vice,

Where the living and dead, they dance and entice.

In this city of shadows, where the lost souls reside,

It's a macabre carnival, an eternal ride.

 

So raise up your glass, and toast to the night,

As the darkness descends, and the witches take flight.

In the spirit of Bukowski, we revel and sing,

In this twisted, demented, and beautiful thing.

—— by ChatGPT

Winnie the Pooh Must Die!

Oh, Pooh

Beloved denizen of the Hundred Acre Wood faces off against unknown toughies

 who later reflect on their deeds.

 

John P. McCann Channel