I Can’t Read My Own Writing

 I can’t read my own writing.  That was just the crazy thought in my head.  Wait, that sounds ridiculous.  Of course, I can read my own writing.  I can read.  I guess this means that I can’t always connect with my own words.  I can’t always connect with and appreciate the stories they tell.  I guess this makes sense because I am listening for the story myself.  The only thing I know is that there is a story.  

I like chicken nuggets.  Maybe I should carry some around in a backpack.  I might even like to eat chicken with Egyptians.  Oh goodness, it’s a chicken theme.  Kramer’s rooster.  I saw that episode of Seinfeld last night.  It’s true, there is a chicken theme.  

Dr. House, I need a diagnosis.  Why hath I these stories in my head?

What if there were McDonald’s in ancient Egypt?  Maybe in ancient Egypt, though, McDonald’s might be more focused on chicken than hamburgers.

I saw that the SpaceArt (formerly DeepArt) app is closing shop at the end of this year.  I think this developer had some innovative ideas.  It just didn’t work out for the app.  Maybe it should have been left with just its basic features and a much lower subscription price.  Other features were supposedly added, but they never really worked.  I think the app was good just for its image generation.  I still think that its images are much better than the ones now included in ChatGPT AI apps.  At least the two that I use.  If the price was more affordable (there’s that word again) it be would worth it to people to still pay a separate app for better images.  I wonder how expensive it is for a developer to continue to run an app?  Such mysteries life is now full of. 

There should really be a movie about Sam Altman, and the development of ChatGPT AI.  I think it would have to be a series though because there would be way more to it than could fit into a movie.  That is a series I would definitely watch!