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I don’t think AI should drive my truck. But I think it can change your life.
Hey there… I’m an ex-computer programmer turned truck driver. I know enough about how software actually works to understand that programs only run as well as the people who wrote them — and people are fallible. So no, I don’t want an AI at the wheel of an 80,000-pound rig hauling fuel down a highway…
Talking to yourself just got a whole lot less weird…
Hey there… So I found out recently that there are people in this world who don’t have an inner dialogue… As in… no little voice in their head telling them what to do, arguing with their decisions, or randomly starting conversations about something that happened three weeks ago at 2am… I don’t understand this at…
Gone But Not Forgotten – I Love You Mom…
Fifteen years ago today I watched my mom take her last breath. I woke up this morning thinking about that day. It’s amazing how vivid the last 3 weeks of her life are to me, even after 15 years. I miss my mom…
There are so many things that I’ve wanted to say to her over the years, so many things I wanted her to see.
When I was a kid I thought she’d live forever. I’m not sure many people ever think about the mortality of their parents when they’re young. …
Kid Corner – Wiffle Ball Bat Incident Leaves Permanent Scar
I have a small scar underneath my eyebrow on my right toward the my nose. I got it when I was around six or seven years old.
My neighbors on one side has two daughters and two sons. My neighbor on the other side had two boys, Kenny and Billy.
Joy and I spent a lot of time hanging out and playing with Kenny and Billy and occasionally we would get in a fight with them too. One day, I got really mad at Kenny (I don’t remember why) but I remember chasing him over to his house and, when I got there, I picked up one of those big fat wiffleball bats, backed him up against the wall of his house, and hit him across his chest with it.
Of course Kenny was around the same age, so it probably did hurt him. Even if it didn’t, I do know it made him mad. …A Day at the Park (Broken Ankle and All)
I went to the park yesterday with my man and his grandkids.
Since I broke my ankle, they’ve come to visit and we hang out at the house drawing. And each time the get here, they ask me when if I’m still hurt.
Today when they came over, I let them know I finally got permission to walk (6 days ago), but that I was going to be slow for a bit still.
Give Up? Quit? Never! That’s NOT a Gen X Trait!
I came across a blog post today that asked this question: How do you know when you should just give up and realize that what you’re doing isn’t for you?
It got me thinking since I’m new to the whole blogging thing…
In the article, the author asked if there was something we had quit before. Yes, there was. …
