Not Worth the Effort


As soon as Frankie and I left the house this morning for our walk, we encountered the neighbor’s female cat, also named Frankie. She immediately hissed at Frankie. Normally, her hissing would go in one ear and out the other, and Frankie would move toward her, prompting her to run away. This time, Frankie just turned and walked away from her.

I think he finally decided that she is not worth the effort.

Photo Friday: Young Chris


This is a photo of Chris from March 5, 2010, when Chris was about a year old, maybe younger. I used to celebrate his birthday on May 14, but evidence has suggested he was born as early as March of that year.

I don’t know why we had children’s bedsheets. We had three bedrooms at the time. Perhaps we had visitors who slept in one of the other bedrooms.

Fun with AI


I was playing around this morning and uploaded a photo of Chris and me to ChatGPT.

Cat Chris and Chuck profile photo

I typed, “Can you recreate this image as a formal portrait painting in high resolution?”

It gave me this, although it ignored the high-resolution part.

I then said, “Now, recreate the uploaded photo as a 18th century formal painting,” and got this.

It then said:

If you’d like, I can also:

🎨 Turn it into other historical styles (e.g., Renaissance, Victorian, Impressionist, or Baroque)
🖼️ Create a museum-style framed version
📜 Make it look like an aged canvas hanging in a palace gallery
🐱 Or even create a matching portrait of just the cat (which could be fun if that’s Frankie!)

I said, “Yes, create a museum-style framed version.” I then told it that was me and Chris and mentioned when Chris died.

I wasn’t happy with my hair, so I asked to have it combed neater.

I then asked it to remove the picture from the wall and crop it so the entire frame was visible, but it said I reached the free limit for chats with attachments. Oh, well.