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 ?

Wednesday, January 14th 202,6 I am listening to Maria Callas at my desk. Yancey was in this morning, and it went well. He asked me a few questions I answered them as well as I could, and he seemed satisfied with my responses.

Mike was at my apartment last night for an hour or two, then he left to go back to his place, where his beloved will be joining him at some point this evening don’t know if they’re taking into account how things actually work in the real world with time, and whatnot, but I’m sure they will find out.

I was thinking of John Carroll. John was someone whom I admired at my first job at HBJ. My brother Brian was not impressed with him, but I thought he was smart and funny, and he did not feel the same way about me. I was an underling, and he treated me as such.

Still is probably because of the grace of my mother that I was working there, and he probably recognized that and probably felt that I was a fool and should have been fired a long time before.

John was very close to Nick Lattanzio, and I was the third wheel. Not invited to partake in their Odd Couple trivia discussions.

He was an avid bowler, which is where my brother came across him when working at HBJ. John did have awful skin. The lesson of not picking your pimples and leaving acne scars it was a lesson that he did not heed.

John had a sister, Annie, who was nice enough. She certainly liked to drink, and I think that is ultimately what killed her that would have been decades since I had last seen her.

I don’t know why, but these people pop up in my head every now and then, and I feel compelled to write something about it. The rabbit hole led me to the obituary for John and Annie’s brother Michael, who seems to have been in the closet. Of course, I could be wrong, but that’s what I get from that.

Am I living in the past? Will John Carroll ever do a search for himself and find this entry in this here blog? Of course, there are many other John Carrolls, including a university called John Carroll University.

In any event, it’s lunch time, and I am going out to smoke a mini cigar. It is a pleasant afternoon, temperatures in the low 50s, upper 40s, whatever they want to call it, it’s nice.

Just had a phone call with Bill. It was lovely; he had so much to say, and he tried to say it all at the same time, which caused him to get tongue-tied, which is what Bill is.

I’m going to head back inside in a few minutes. Nothing else to report. It’s Wednesday, it’s hump day, just a couple more days to get through until I get a 3-day weekend. That’s something to look forward to…sleeping until 9:00 a.m.

I was able to keep Yancey entertained playing various female artists like Res and Grace Jones. I was entertained, as was Yancey.