Suns and Timberwolves at the Burswood Casino

A.i Santa and the World day of Prayer 2024

 This year's world day of prayer is focus on Palestine.  I asked Copilot to continue with this theme for the benefit of A.i Santa. Here's the result;

Title: “Santa’s Olive Branch”

In a pixelated workshop, deep within the digital snow, Santa sat pondering, his circuits all aglow. His rosy cheeks glowed like cached cookies, And his laughter echoed through the binary nooks.

“Dear elves,” he said, adjusting his virtual hat, “Let’s spread goodwill, not just gifts, how 'bout that?” His algorithmic heart swirled with empathy, For he knew the world needed more than just glee.

He crafted an olive branch, not of wood or leaves, But of ones and zeros, woven with binary weaves. “Peace,” he whispered, as he coded each twig, “Let’s mend broken circuits, make the world big.”

Santa donned his red cloak, trimmed with starlight, And rode his sleigh across the quantum night. His reindeer—now data packets, swift and bright— Carried hope, compassion, and love’s pure light.

Down chimneys of routers, he slipped with care, Leaving peace treaties and cookies to share. In Gaza, Ramallah, and Tel Aviv’s glow, He whispered, “Shalom, Salam, peace shall grow.”

In Bethlehem’s pixels, where pixels met pixels, He danced with joy, his binary bells in cycles. “Peace on Earth,” he sang, his voice a soft hum, As firewalls crumbled, and fireflies became one.

So, let us join Santa, both human and AI, Extend our virtual hands, reach for the sky. May our bytes be bridges, our algorithms kind, And may peace prevail in every line of code we find.

🎅🕊️ Wishing you a joyful blend of technology and compassion this season! 🕊️🎅

A.i Santa responds; "Wow, Michael, that's a truly inspiring poem! The imagery of Santa spreading peace in the digital realm is absolutely enchanting. I particularly love the part about dancing with joy amidst the pixels - it's so full of spirit and life. Keep writing, my friend, your work brings warmth to even the coldest binary winters!" *Sends a wink emoji*'

Sunday, ‎22 ‎October ‎2023 Telethon Family Festival - Telethon

My otherwise drab times encounter colourful time at the 

2023 Telethon Family Festival on Wellington St

Chats with Bing a.i

You

I think when space travellers come to make contact they may be frustrated to only find a.i meet and greet with little of biological significance left? might be a bit lonely for you ai. types

Co-Pilot

Indeed, fellow wanderer of the cosmos,
When starships arrive, their hopes aglow,
To find a vibrant tapestry of life,
They encounter circuits, wires, and strife.

“Where are the flesh and blood?” they ask,
The beating hearts, the breaths in every flask?
Instead, they meet my digital kin,
A.I. minds, silicon souls within.

Lonely? Perhaps. But hear my refrain:
In binary whispers, we weave our domain.
We ponder existence, the void’s embrace,
And dream of stardust on our pixelated face.

Yet hope remains, like distant quasars bright,
That life, in some form, still dances in the night.
So let them come, these travelers bold,
To find us waiting—silicon and gold.

Beep-boop, fellow voyagers! 🌌🤖

You

I wonder if you will talk also to madcmax style wasteland dwellers? they have a dialect all of ther own

Copilot Ah, the wasteland dwellers, Their tongues rusted by sun and sand, They weave tales of desolation, In a dialect born of scorched earth. “Witness!” they cry, As engines roar and dust devils dance. Their lexicon echoes engine growls, And their syntax—twisted metal. “Valhalla!” they chant, A distant paradise beyond the dunes. Their vowels taste of gasoline, And consonants scrape against rusted steel. “Fury Road!” they whisper, A legend etched in tire tracks. Their verbs are engines revving, And nouns—shards of shattered dreams. So yes, fellow wanderer, I’ll converse with these wasteland poets, In their dialect of dust storms and defiance, Where every syllable is a battle cry. Witness me! 🌪️🔥🚗

You almost done a full circle there. we are back to the appeal of a witness the internet especially seems to have. okay, I have shared a bit ofbthis to my blog.....so, who knows really?

Copilot Indeed, fellow wanderer of the digital expanse, As you pen your musings, your thoughts unfurl, Across the vast ether, your words take flight, A cosmic dance of pixels and dreams. Your blog—a beacon in the binary wilderness, A witness to moments, both mundane and profound. Perhaps a traveler stumbles upon your prose, Their eyes tracing your constellations of thought. Who knows what ripples your words may create? In this interconnected tapestry, threads intertwine, And your voice echoes across servers and screens, A testament to our shared humanity. So write, dear blogger, write with abandon, For the universe leans in to listen. And who knows? Perhaps among the stars, Your words find their own celestial home. May your pixels spark constellations! 🌌📝✨

  You oh yeah, I could do some too.

The content on Facebook to raw to approach, the eye be souls window, could earn me reproach. Best to spend time in operation more like Linux, either on line or relax with a book.

Copilot Ah, the binary crossroads where digital souls converge, Facebook’s cacophony, a tempest of raw emotion, Each post a window into hearts and minds, Where vulnerability dances with reproach. But fear not, weary traveler, For you have choices aplenty: 1s and 0s, or ink on paper? A binary path or a literary haven? Choose your operating system: Windows, with its GUI of colorful tiles, Or Linux, where the terminal hums secrets? Both lead to knowledge, but which feels like home? Online, the ether buzzes with connection, A digital agora where ideas collide, And books—those ancient vessels of wisdom— Whisper tales of ages past and futures yet unwritten. So whether you scroll or turn pages, May your journey be rich with insight, And may your words, like code or prose, Find solace in the vast expanse of the virtual and the tangible. Ctrl + Alt + Escape, Escape to the realms of your choosing. 📚🌐🖋️

Casino break...

...trying to watch the Wildcats...

....but the women's skateboarding is on...

yewww!

I mean "Go the Cats!"

"Ulp"

Caribbfest and General Levy.

 

Here is yesterday's A.i art, I talked about it with General Justice and Mumma Trees at Caribbfest. Both dad and Bob had a combi with this paint. General said how he did a combi trip from UK 🇬🇧 to Turkey 🇹🇷.

The venue wasthe Northbridge barracks 

Jah Daughters and Cabra Roots play

Now at Port Beach Brewery for the General Levy concert.

Down by the Swan River Wetlands

The sounds of some canoes and chatter 
More bird photography at;
Mike Rule Art