Thursday, January 15th (2016) 2026
AI is a disappointment, and it’s only going to get more and more disappointing as we go on.

Last night I finished watching the Jeff Buckley documentary, which is very good, ultimately sad, and John and Yoko One to One both were on HBO, so it was very easy, and I didn’t have to look for the remote. As far as I could recall, the only thing I posted was a video clip of (Alaska) Last Goodbye as well as a description of the documentary and my encounter with Jeff Buckley 30 years ago

After completing my sleep routine, I went to bed a little before 11:00 p.m. (It looked) I slept quite soundly and slept quite soundly. Fucking AI is messing up.
I’m going to leave all the AI errors in this post for tonight.

I’m sure I posted it previously, on December 15th, my main Facebook account was deleted, not by Mary.

I requested a review and an appeal, and have never heard anything in return. It was annoying, not the end of the world. I still had a backup. So I used the backup, which was actually the first account that I had with Facebook

Back in 2005, I had a friend, an online acquaintance at Columbia University, which was an Ivy League college, and he offered to sign me up, and I figured, sure, it’s just a fly by night thing, no need to get into it, and so I used John osed@yahoo.com to get into it. Eventually, I forgot all about it and opened up another account with my Gmail account, and that works okay.

Occasionally I was blocked from posting, usually a song by the Slits from their album Cut which featured Tessa Ari and Viv covered in mud and naked, but yet covered in mud on their album cover.

The blockage lasted for a few days, and sometimes I learned my lesson, sometimes I did not, but I am now thinking that it’s an artificial intelligence design that has forced me off their website

So that was December 15th, and I figured everything was all right last night. I watched John and Yoko and Jeff Buckley and posted that Jeff Buckley video, as well as a brief critique of the Jeff Buckley documentary. I went to bed at 11:00 p.m.

At 12:30 AM, Facebook decided they had enough of me, and I was off the rolls once again, with no chance of returning, so all those friends and family and photographs and whatnot that I had posted or instantly deleted with no hope of returning

Whereas it bothered me in December, in January, it was not such a big deal. I didn’t care about it, I was done. I was thinking about taking a break from social media anyway, and it seems like social media made the decision for me
Mike, who is with his beloved, who had flown in last night, was very distressed, so I tried to set up another account to placate him using my actual name, but I was barred from doing that. So I went to the Old Reliable Albert Ross and set one up for him, and also contacted various friends and family once more, letting him know what had happened to my situation. Summer shocked somewhere dismaye,d some were confused

I myself right now am pretty much more annoyed by it now than I was a few hours ago, and as I said, this is my last stand. Zuckerberg can go to hell with the money that he throws at Trump and his six nuclear reactors, but she is building to fuel is artificial intelligence, what should I call it ?