Jim Grayson

And we get more of the jokes.

My 12yo son was playing chess against an LLM opponent. It tried to move a bishop to the wrong color space to take one of his pieces that wasn't even where it tried to move.

He's learning an important lesson, I think.

I make my classes practice raising their hands and asking questions. However carefully a slide deck might be prepared (with me, not that carefully), I still want them to interrupt.

The best interruptions cause me to clear the board completely and start something new.

a close up of a man 's face with his mouth open and his tongue sticking out Alt: Arnold Swarzenegger violently asphyxiating when exposed to Martian atmosphere in the Paul Verhoeven film TOTAL RECALL

What could possibly go wrong?

Actually, let me focus further here. I had to apologize and ask for his name, because I've taught around 2K students, and I can't remember them all.

Obvs, I gave him no special attention.

He saw me at my most humdrum, and that counted as "good to me," and I need to sit with this for a while.

I ran into a former student tonight as I was grabbing carryout from a local restaurant. We did greetings and small talk, and then he bought dinner for me and my wife, because, as he said, "You was good to me in high school."

I'll be in my feelings for the rest of the night.

I remember when Chili's was trash just because of the food. This is much worse.

Fae Music Shoppe That Never Seems To Be In The Same Place Twice

"As well ask men what they think of stone." That's an "aversion to punctuation"?

My face right now.

First we have to argue over guitar styles and which particular civil war. Then we can hitch up our belts and get down to business.

Sounds... Dangerous.

Hegseth is actually the Brian Bloom character from Joe Johnston's THE A-TEAM.

We understand each other, I think.

I'm imagining it with "English teachers," and it rather makes me smile.

Ah, so you're playing the "Orson Scott" card.

(This post should not be taken as a statement of fact. My boss did laugh at the sledgehammer bit, though.)

a cartoon character laying on a yellow couch with a window in the background Alt: a cartoon character attempting to blow up an inflatable raft and discovering that working the lungs is still work

I'm all for it.

That's my Friday night sorted. Dropkick Murphys have been walking the walk for a long, long time.

I was asked to serve on my school district's new committee for AI policy. I asked if I could bring a sledgehammer with me to the meetings. They asked me to find someone else.

Now about that budget with raises for legislators....

Phenomenal Service... or is it???

"Shield of the Americas" is an odd name for grandma's farm upstate, but I'm not gonna argue with it.

I finally finished an early polish - not a revision, not yet - of a screenplay that I first drafted two years ago. I have hopes for the thing. Let's just see what happens.

This is local control?

I have an abiding love for Newfie and Nova Scotian folk music, and I've had layovers in three (3) Canadian airports dating back forty-seven (47) years. This has to count for something.

I also like hockey?

Wait till they introduce flavoring packs. It'll be a Hamburger Helper speedrun.

And indeed chili had its origin as cowboy trail food. Turns out a brick of beef, peppers, and fat will boil up quite nicely in a pot of creek water.

Years of my life, right here.

In an attempt to face my anger at our stupid, belligerent attack on Iran, I'm listening to Flogging Molly's 2004 album WITHIN A MILE OF HOME, which makes efforts to address our stupid, belligerent attacks on Iraq a year earlier.

"'Liberate your people's fate,' spoke a burning Bush."

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