My new RV

Apparently, at some point in the recent past, I purchased a recreational vehicle. I hope I like the color. Also, I seriously hope I got one of those awning things for sunny days. You can’t survive hot weather without one of those. You’d think I would’ve remembered details like these, but frankly, they’ve completely slipped my mind. This brings up some disturbing points. First, I’d really like to know if I’m having a good time tooling around the country. I wonder if I’m getting good gas mileage. However, I’m pretty smart, so I probably bought something with solar or maybe hybrid capabilities. I sincerely hope I’m making the payments on time. When you get behind on a major purchase like this, it’s hard to catch up. I’d also like to know where I put the darn thing. You’d think an RV would be had to misplace, but I can’t seem to find mine anywhere.

At this point you might be saying… Well actually anything. There are truly an infinite number of things you could be saying, or thinking for that matter, at this very moment. However, if you are focused in on this post, as you should be, you’re probably thinking, or saying something about my lost RV, and just why I think I might have bought, and lost it. No, it’s not because I saw one show up on my credit-card statement, and later found my crazy bother hacked me, in order to sell second-hand avocados again. Luckily, he’s given up on such scams, and is now in business perfecting washable toilet tissue. Yes, his mind is on the planet. What mind he has left anyway.

The one my computer thinks I have

The whole RV thing boils down to the pop-up ads and spam I’m getting every day. I hear all-the-time about my internet searching being captured, thrown into some algorithms, and then sent back to me in ads, and pages supposedly targeted to my likes. It’s invasive, but we all know it’s there, so we live with it. Well, since I already know everything, I don’t search very much, and confuse the snot out of algorithms. Therefore, they inundate me with RV ads. Not to purchase mind you. Everyone online wants me to get my truck fixed, converted, and modernized. I don’t even have one. It gets stupider every day.

Way back when, before we were so sophisticated, the ads were simple. They all wanted me to look at naked bunnies. If I clicked on the site, I got a virus, my computer was destroyed, and that was that. The thing is, I might actually look at a bunny. Not likely, but maybe. Those completely random acts turned out to be far more precise than the super hi-tech stuff. And not just that, the other day I had thirty spam ads for an Asian pharmacy. They weren’t trying to revive my manhood. They wanted me to get arthritis medications. This should be a campaign slogan for the upcoming presidential election, “What America needs is more Arthritis Meds from China.” On second thought: NO! It shouldn’t.

Define “smart”

The real problem with the Smart-Tech is it tries to sell me stuff I already have. I bought a stove when I redid my kitchen, and now every time I log on to my computer, I see ads for stoves. How many do they think I need? Can’t the silly technology elves living in my computer, see that I already bought one? How can smart technology be so stupid?

The absolute worst are the job boards. Nine years ago, I was looking for a new position. Because of my family, I told all the boards to only search within fifty miles. There are two major metropolitan areas within that limit, so it should’ve been okay. NOPE! The very first day I received notices for positions in Europe. I’m not qualified to work in Europe. No visas, no permits, no nothing. Europe certainly isn’t within fifty miles of my house. I was also offered to apply for position in academia, specifically college professorships. Great jobs, and I want to thank those computers for believing in me, but I never said I was qualified to teach advanced mathematics. My talents are in management, writing, and customer service. “Yes, I would like to train killer whales. Thank you.” To respond to another ad, however I don’t wish to be eaten by one. I’ll leave that to somebody else.

This is just some of the crap I got. I keep hearing all this garbage about content and ad targeting, but I’m not seeing it. Yes, I needed a new position nine years ago, and I got one. Even after repeatedly informing all the sites, I’m still receiving opportunities to this day. It might be nice to keep an open mind, but the things that come by, don’t come close to the things I do. Once I saw an ad for a blacksmith in Borgo, and thought it was a trailer for a new fantasy game. Nope. Apparently, Borgo is a small town in Montana. Who knew? I’ll tell you who knew. Some crappy AI software which is trying to get me to move away from my comfy home.

Remember Science fiction is FICTION!

The other day, I saw a bunch of folks demonstrating against artificial intelligence, saying it was going to replace workers, take over our wills, and force us to eat crappy fast-food. I mean more than we already do. Look people, there is a distinct problem with AI taking over; Humans have to build it, and humans are idiots. Take ChatGPT for instance. It’s supposed to help us, talk to us, give us information, and write memos and such. In the lab it was great, but then it was given to the masses. The Masses gave it stupid data to play with, which it took seriously. Now, it can’t be trusted, because it can’t tell fact from fiction. If it were as smart as was claimed, by now it would have looked at all of us like frat brothers and said, “Ohh you guys! You played a joke on meee.” But it can’t do that. It sees the world as a beer commercial without knowing exactly why Victoria’s Secret Models need to be seen camping in their lacy underthings. Knickers, to my UK friends. Of course, I don’t know that either, but I don’t claim to be omnipotent. They do!

Then again, despite all evidence to the reverse, geeks still believe computers can do everything; Including create art. Not happening! The purists immediately scream, “The art machines create is crap with no soul!” That’s bull-crap. The same could be said about Jackson Pollack, but they pay big money for him. The truth is even simpler. Two things make a master; The rarity of their work, and the willingness of folks to pay for it. That’s it! If no one paid for Picasso’s stuff he wouldn’t be great. Then he died, and you couldn’t get any more. Bang, he’s a master! Everything a computer creates is reproducible, and therefore has no value. Of course, if I destroyed every computer, then my stuff could potentially be worth…

It could be worth Millions

Does anyone have a sledge-hammer I could borrow?