We watched Ghost in the Machine, the A.I. documentary on Independent Lens. It's terrifying, the techno-fascist oligarchs, predatory capitalists, the nihilists, the blithe, vacant-eyed hucksters, the white nationalist genocidal psychopaths, the post-humans. Talk about living in interesting times. Accent on living, focus on sanity, resist the A.I. Ghost in the Machine. Cats for peace. 

 Pixel's rainbow Tuesday.

 Mitch McConnell is undead. 

 I picked up Pedro the Vast at the library and the librarian said you can't check it out, somebody has it on hold, and I said I just got it from the new release shelf and he gave it to me and then I said to myself Hey, did I already read Pedro the Vast? Sure enough. I even blogged about it last March. Oy. I wrote then, Went to Trudy's room. She's receding into a kind of womblike state. I read in Pedro the Vast, he types in a search for comas and it gives him commas. Deep slumber. Nowhere to think. Catatonic. Would we dream if we couldn't think? The mind loose swims in space. Respite, comma, before eternity.

 The regime news says an F-15 pilot ejected from his plane and his parachute failed and he hit the ground at 70-100 mph, broke his back etcetera, and then climbed 7,000 feet up a mountain. Wow, what a story! Heh-heh, Hegseth! Abzurd! 

 Will anyone be held accountable for the genocide? No. But there will be a stark record of the infamy.

I dropped a sungold heirloom tomato and Olive grabbed it and ran and put it by her ping-pong ball. It was immaculate.