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Oof, indeed. How sad and depressing. I hope I have the brainpower in my last days to manage to get rid of all my useless-to-anyone-else stuff so nobody else has to deal with it.

AI also struggles with iguanas playing basketball.

About those AI ellipses… For a good laugh, ask craiyon for bicycles.

Don’t ask it to draw a cat, they cannot be unseen…horrible!

FertMom was a lab tech from WWII to the latter 1950s. After she died my sister found some old medical thingies — glass syringes and stainless steel needles, specimen slides, etc. I suggested she give them to a nearby nursing school (let THEM figure out what to do with them).

Mrs Fert and I have been getting around to updating our wills. We’ve been getting around to it since, oh, 1983 or so.
Not a lot to bequeath, but sure is a lot to shred, dump, donate, or give away.
Our local Goodwill has benefitted greatly from our no-longer-wanted stuff. Used to give to Salvation Army, also, but they pulled up stakes and left town.
St Vincent de Paul Society still gets stuff but in check form. I remember being on the receiving end of the food baskets when I was a kid. God bless them and the Knights of Columbus.

Like having estate sales where people come and paw over your prized memories and hobbies offering the sale $5.00 for them.

My neighbor runs such sales, and I’ve profited from them with practical tools like lathes, bandsaws, ladders.
An occasional gun show loophole product (cough cough).
I never buy memory stuff, but he occasionally deposits historical stuff on my doorstep.

The one that sticks in my mind as most sad…
An old framed picture of Company F, 1st US Infantry Regiment, taken when they were deployed in the Philippines in 1908. Now no one remembers, or wants it, including Mrs D, who tries to set it free when she finds where I’ve stashed it.

Makes me realize our ‘treasures’ are really mostly stored in our hearts and we keep the stuff everyone else sees as kitsch around to remind us until such time as we become memories ourselves.

Yeah, sniff, boo.

I’m a fool for garage sale art supplies and drafting supplies, which is why I have too many triangles and templets. And I would buy used darkroom equipment, planning ahead for the day when I could build my own darkroom. It was a “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day” when I finally admitted there was no point in having a darkroom. If hope has a smell, it’s a fresh roll of film.

I wonder sometimes what will become of all my prized things – my books, my photos of ancestors long gone, my mementos of my now adult kids childhood years (oh the Christmas tree ornaments they made!!). We are all just dust in the wind.

The breathless orgasming of the tech press over AI is decidedly creepy.

A chat bot that can search the web.

IS GOING TO KILL US ALL!!!!!!!!!!
Why aren’t you all heading for your mountain redoubts!