I’m having a challenging time coming up with blog topics today. I looked over my blog topic list and was left completely uninspired. So a haiku:
Haiku to an empty mind I try to think thoughts But my brain says uh uh, no OK I'll just sleep
I’m having a challenging time coming up with blog topics today. I looked over my blog topic list and was left completely uninspired. So a haiku:
Haiku to an empty mind I try to think thoughts But my brain says uh uh, no OK I'll just sleep
It was hot today. But if I had to choose between 40C and -40C, I’d go with 40C.
I mean, really, I’d choose something nice in-between, but if I had to pick because of an important movie plot or something, I’d go with the warmer. I dislike being cold.
Anyway, the haiku:
The warmth of the sun Just like a beach boy The warmth of the sun calls me Rays of light and tan
I asked ChatGPT to write a haiku about going to bed on time:
Slumber beckons me, Timely rest embraces night, Dreams weave gentle peace.
I mean, it’s OK. At least it’s not secret code to start building SkyNET. AFAIK.
You get in the car Your bladder instantly screams Rest area please
April Showers A refreshing rain Everything is lush and green You are getting soaked
And the ChatGPT version:
AI-pril Showers Raindrops on petals April showers bring new life Spring's rebirth begins
One of us perhaps appreciates the rain more.
I had no issue getting up this morning after the “spring forward” due to the switch to Daylight Saving Time. It’s one hour, I don’t get the big deal. People are weird. And I appreciate the extra hour of daylight in the evening, it feels welcoming and inviting. So here’s a haiku to the time switch.
Daylight Saving Time Spring forward today Body clock forced to adjust But now run at night!
Although I’ve switched mostly to running in the morning, I like the option of being able to run in the evening, which has its own ambience and positives. And it’s just generally nice to have a stretch of daylight after dinner, it lets the day unwind more gradually, unlike winter where it’s pitch black at 6 p.m. and you feel weird going outside.
Anyway, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Next stop: Permanent Daylight Saving Time! (please)
Actually, it’s probably more than I can’t focus long enough to sit down and write something. In any case, I intend to start cranking up the old writing machine in the next few days, seeing if I can hit a goal of an average of two posts per day for the month (62 total). As of right now, I am 10 posts behind. That’s a lot of McTopics. I need to get cracking.
Here’s a haiku to start. I even wrote it myself instead of outsourcing it to ChatGPT!
Time to Write Time to get writing Put fingers on the keyboard Magic gushes out
Er, maybe I’ll try another haiku tomorrow.
I asked ChatGPT (now my best friend) to write a haiku about noisy neighbours upstairs, and it nailed it.
Early morning steps Upstairs neighbour stomps around Peaceful dreams now gone
I have nothing to add.
Today, I weighed in at a high-for-the-month weight of 163.2 pounds. This is bad and I feel bad. I vow to do better, even though it’s December and it may seem like a hopeless battle.
I asked ChatGPT to write a haiku about gaining weight. It still managed to put a positive spin on it.
Gaining Weight: A haiku by ChatGPT Winter has come, Gone are the days of summer sun. Now I must eat more.
ChatGPT also seems to have a liberal interpretation of what a haiku is, because that ain’t 5/7/5!
One more time, a haiku about getting fat:
Getting Fat: A haiku by ChatGPT Layers of fat grow, Once sleek form now soft and slow. Winter indulgence.
That’s more like it! It’s also an actual haiku.
Now I’m off to eat nothing. NOTHING. Well, maybe breakfast. But then NOTHING.
Haiku to Uncertainty In uncertain times One reaches out to comforts Oh no my waist grows
(Don’t worry, I’m good now, but for a few weeks this month, let’s just say that me and Pop-Tarts got re-acquainted.)
I spent most of the day with a headache and did a lot of not much at all, other than laying on the bed, drifting in and out of sleep, and having weird dreams.
I did end the day with a 40-minute workout on the treadmill, though. so there’s that.
The haiku:
The head starts pounding Seek a magic pill to fix Modern life is great
NovemberSeptember Rain The days are sunny The rain appears like a ghost And then it is gone