On The EDGE

 

Yesterday, after a restart on desktop, up popped Edge Browser stating We Updated your EDGE, see what we did.. I always do because it might hide something I want to play with..  CoPilot now allows us to upload a photo and do AI things with it. I chose Quirky Cartoon. The photo on left is the one I uploaded and the cartoon it created. It chose De Day, and left my The. oh well

Close but no bananas, looks like AI can't do portraits and turned it to landscape.

He Smacked Our Trash Bin

  Traffic whizzes by our house, 40 to 50 mph even though the speed limit is 30.  A few years ago a jeep, turned upside down in our side yard. When I hear tires screeching I check it out and hope a car is not headed in through our window on the world

Screeeeeeeeeeeech of tires, I race to window. Just in time to see a black GMC Truck stop with tires smoking. He rammed it in reverse and smoked the tires backwards into our driveway, and BAM! the side of his truck hit our green trash bin and turned it on its side, 

He did not even stop, but raced off back the way he came with tires smoking. I was thinking about road rage, and guns and stuff like that.

I am still describing what I saw to Bob......I hear the truck before I can see it, tire burnout, just out of sight, I know its the same truck, and stand waiting to see, he blast by the house at least 60 mph 

and he is dragging a flat bed  trailer that was not on when he backed in our yard.

I surmised that he was ticked off because the trailer came loose as he sped out of the four way stop signs 6 houses down from us and had to go back and get it. I could hear but not see, him backing and moving forward with smoking tires and in My Minds Eye, see his fury at his own stupidity of not hooking it up properly.

I describe all this to Bob, and may have ranted about now I have to figure out how to stand it up, I can hardly push it on its wheels, now its turnedoverandwhatwillIdooo? I CAN"T STAND It UP and Bob could if he could STAND !

Dear Bradenton City Trash truck driver, thank you for turning it upright and making my world right again. Thank you for driving a truck and riding with the smells and dealing with the people who put wrong things in the trash and for the men hanging on the back, jumping off and on the truck in rain and lightning storms, clinging to a smelling truck in HIGH HEAT FLORIDA, with flies and bugs and  poopy diapers and dead animals and on and on, it a horrible Job and you do it well. Forgot dog poop in bags, ugh.

We should all appreciate the people who do the dirty hot and hard work for us to live our lives comfortably. 

below are the also AI that gave me a laugh. Maybe it was my southern accent?

Tooth Fairy

In the quiet of the night, not a peep,

Lay a small boy, sound asleep.

Under his pillow, a tooth he did stash,

Hoping the Tooth Fairy would leave some cash.

With a flutter and twinkle, the fairy arrived,

For teeth under pillows, she always strived.

She tiptoed close, with a magical thrill,

And slipped a crisp five-dollar bill.

The tooth she took, with a grin so merry,

Another for the collection, oh how extraordinary!

The boy would wake with a gap-toothed smile,

And a wallet a bit heavier, in just a little while.

 

I asked Designer for both  poem and pictures and I have NO IDEA why!

Because I could? I just found this in my drafts, created on the 15th. Maybe a fairy has been in my computer.

UPDATE, it was Monicas post on Beyond the Lone Islands, she just commented. now I know why I did it. HAHA on my memory. look HERE to see why I did this..

Ivy and/or Pterofancy

I asked Microsoft Designer to recreate the leaping worms and the Ibis at her buffet.

the first 2 looked like they belonged in Jurassic Park,

I asked AI what would you name an Ibis and an earthworm that lives in Jurassic Park?

Designers reply below.

In the wild and wacky world of Jurassic Park, where dinosaurs reign supreme, naming an Ibis and an earthworm might require a sense of humor as ancient as the park itself. 

For the Ibis, how about "Pterofancy," a nod to its dinosaur-like cousins with a touch of class? And for the earthworm, let's go with "Squigglesaurus Rex," the mightiest and squiggliest of them all, ruling the underground with an iron... segment? 

These names would surely have the other Jurassic inhabitants roaring with laughter (or whatever sound an amused Velociraptor makes).

"Squigglesaurus Rex and "Pterofancy," by Designer

Never one to give up when I am not in love with what I received, I tried again.

 Ivy the Ibis, a sight to behold,

At the breakfast buffet, so brave and so bold.

With a leap and a dance, worms take to the sky,

Under sprinklers they soar, as they jump oh so high.

She feasts with a flap, in the morning's soft light.

      Poems and Art by Microsoft Designer and I, the MADSnapper AKA Editor in Chief

Updates Can be PHUN

Updates on devices make me CRAZY!

That said, I am a sucker for the popups that say try something NEW

the latest pop up said...

You can now use Google AI to customize Chrome Browser! Above is what my Chrome looked like, bottom left is the word customize that I clicked on and figured out how to use The new AI create your won pictures. 

BINGO! they got me.

and now my google page looks like this and I had 2 hours of PHUN

It will change soon, I need time to play and decide what I want it to create for me.

Gotta run now and see if a new update added something

Things That Bother me! or USED to.

 

Things that have always bothered me, don't bother me now. 

It bothers me that they don't bother me.

Towels hanging with edges not completely straight.

Bob's clothing on the floor

Frames hanging crooked on walls.

Pillows on the bed not straight and in correct spot

Crumbs on counters

hearing aid batteries, old toothpicks, bloody paper towel, 3 worn out emery boards, plastic bags empty of Ritz crackers, on end table.

Aging has deactivated my OCD-ness!

A poem written by Microsoft, Co-pilot, with much input from me, says it all.. 

How I lost My OCD-Ness!

Aging has curtailed my OCD caring

But not my urge to rhyme

I used to count and sort and check

But now I don't have time

I'm busy with my aches and pains

And all the pills I take

I don't care if the door is locked

Or if the cake is fake

I've learned to live with some disorder

And let things be a mess

As long as I can still enjoy

My crossword and my chess

So aging has its benefits

It makes me more relaxed

I don't need to be perfect

Or follow all the facts

The Great Fruit Ball

 

Lila and Berrylicious at The Great Fruit Ball

Madsnapper input the ideas and my ghostwriter, Bing CoPilot wrote the poem, Designer AI created the dancing berries.

Berrylicious at The Great Fruit Ball

Once upon a time in the whimsical land of Berryville, there existed a plump and jolly strawberry named Berrylicious. Unlike other strawberries, Berrylicious had a secret: he loved to dance.

Every morning, as the sun peeked over the strawberry fields, Berrylicious would sway to the rhythm of the wind. His leaves would flutter like tiny green skirts, and his seeds would twirl in delight. The other fruits would gather around, their eyes wide with wonder, as Berrylicious spun and dipped.

“Look at him go!” exclaimed Peachy, the peach with a penchant for pirouettes. “He’s the sweetest dancer in the orchard!”

And indeed, Berrylicious was a sight to behold. His red skin glowed like a sunset, and his stem wiggled like a leafy tail. His smile was as wide as the horizon, and his laughter bubbled like fizzy soda.

One day, a grand event was announced: the Great Fruit Ball. Fruits from all corners of Berryville would gather under the twinkling starfruit chandeliers to dance the night away. Berrylicious’s heart skipped a beat. He had dreamed of this moment—a chance to showcase his moves on the grandest stage.

But there was a problem: Berrylicious had never danced with a partner. He practiced his spins and hops alone, imagining a graceful raspberry or a sassy blueberry by his side. Yet, when the night of the ball arrived, he found himself partnerless.

As the music began, Berrylicious hesitated near the punch bowl. The apples waltzed, the grapes tangoed, and the watermelons cha-cha-cha-ed. But Berrylicious stood there, his leaves drooping.

Just then, a soft voice whispered, “May I have this dance?”

Berrylicious turned to find Lila, a delicate strawberry with a blush-pink hue. Her seeds sparkled like stardust, and her stem curled like a ribbon. She was the most enchanting fruit he had ever seen.

“Of course!” Berrylicious stammered, his seeds doing a jitterbug of excitement.

And so, they swirled across the dance floor. Berrylicious led with flair, twirling Lila under the moonlight. They salsaed between the raspberry bushes, wiggled past the pineapple palms, and even attempted a daring grapevine step.

The other fruits watched in awe. “Look at Berrylicious!” Peachy exclaimed. “He’s found his berry best dance partner!”

As the night wore on, Berrylicious and Lila laughed, dipped, and spun. Their dance was a blend of sweetness and grace, like a strawberry dipped in chocolate. The stars twinkled in approval, and the fireflies clapped their tiny wings.

When the final notes played, Berrylicious dipped Lila low, their stems touching. “Thank you for the dance,” he whispered.

Lila blushed. “No, thank you,” she replied. “You’ve made my seeds skip a beat.”

And so, the dancing strawberry and the blushing strawberry became the talk of Berryville. They danced at every moonlit soirée, their love story written in twirls and giggles.

As for the Great Fruit Ball, it was remembered as the night when Berrylicious and Lila stole the show—a strawberry and a dance that became legend. And if you listen closely on warm summer nights, you might still hear the echo of their laughter, carried by the wind:

“Dance, my sweet Berrylicious,” it whispers. “Dance like no one’s watching, and love like every seed matters.” 🍓💃

The End

Which came first, the poem that was written by Bing CoPilot or the Microsoft Designer AI pictures of the Fruit ??

Three Shoots in the Belly

 

Blood Kin, Three Shoots in My Belly 

Moonshine whispers flow, Kentucky hills hide secrets, Barrels clash like storms.

Three shoots in the belly, A tale of courage or despair? The echoes of gunpowder linger, As life hangs by a fragile thread.

In shadows, secrets whispered, The pain etched deep within, Choices made, paths diverged, Fate’s cruel hand, a twisted spin.

Was it love or vengeance burning? A dance with destiny, so wild, Three shots, a symphony of endings, In the quiet, where shadows compile.

Note: This poem is a fictional creation and does not reflect any real-life events.

 (created by Bing CoPilot AI at my command of “write a poem about moonshiners in Kentucky feuding and a man with 6 shoots in the belly”)

Shots? or Shoots! they both might kill you. Super Creative Talents from Bing.
It was the shots that caused the shooting.

Poem created from my story on prior post Blood Kin

Pay Day for the MadSnapper

 

Most of you know about my fascination with image creator and a few of you are also using it for AI images.

Did you know you are getting POINTS each time you use it?  If you use Edge Bing for anything you are building Microsoft points. Look at the top right of Edge, see the icon that looks like an upside-down person? hover and it says rewards, click on it and find out all that I know.

What I want to tell you is, when I found it, i was up to 20,000 reward points, for 10,000 of those I got a $10.00 Amazon Gift card in the email. I could have two, but I am saving them to purchase BOOSTS to use AI because I am down to on 35 boosts left. 

Below is what came from Amazon. I pulled out my lightweight sweater and it is the type with no buttons, and it irritates me when the wind blows it open.

I remember from my distant youth, sweater clips and searched Amazon and wooo hoo, 4 of them for 7.99 which means I did not use my whole gift card.

The more I play, the more they PAY.... read all about it on that link if you have EDGE browser. 

Did you know you can now use Bing AI on your Chrome browser? YES YOU CAN, they added it so you can play and pay toooo

Check this out! see the flannel gown with socks on in my kitchen? Oh, and check out the sweater clips. 2 short/2 long. I wore the longest one to the doctor office yesterday. 
that is me dressed to kill. I looked like Johnny Cash sister, black leggings, black t-shirt, black sweater. 
Shiny Sweater Clip.....Johnny never looked that good. 

Giving thanks on Thanksgiving Day

 

Thanksgiving is not a good day to be my pants.. Kevin James

Senior Sighs!!!

AI and I Creation

 I walk to the fridge with coffee cup in hand and turn back to the sink, which is where I was going to put it.

I pick up the cell phone and walk to the desktop computer, my intention to watch a YouTube video on how to add a fingerprint to the Galaxy. Noticing there are 14 new emails, I read and answer and delete. I open YouTube and HAVE NO CLUE WHY?  I play, I think, I strain to remember and giving up go outside with Beau.

I fill the air with whining about my memory loss to Bob and Beau. Walking back inside I pick up the phone to check for texts, and because I hate putting a 6-digit password in, I suddenly remember and almost run down the hall with it in my hand and pull up YouTube and now I simply pat the on button with my pointer finger and it OPENS.

 I might forget the password that opens it when the fingerprint no longer works. My Memory seems to be disappearing faster than my fingerprints

NOPE! I am not gonna go passwordless with the phones, but that is another post

Do you know Seniors lose their fingerprints as they age?

Thumbs Down

 

I had a battle over Thumbs. I asked AI 4 different times and wording to create a young man, madly typing on cell phone, using his thumbs. 

these two are adorable, and I wanted to use all of them, I created 12. Some had thumbs, some did not, some had 3 thumbs. NONE had what i asked. I did ask in all different ways.

Last but the best is this one.

I stood in line, staring in amazement at the rapidly typing thumbs of a handsome young man. As I type these words, using my standard keyboard, I wonder if he thought I might be a 'cougar' 

😁😁😁

I must Talk to my Text, because I can NOT type on my cell phone. My first smartphone was 2017, 4 inches long, next was 5 inch then came 6'6 and 7 inch iPhone.  No matter how big the phone is, I can not type, I have to tap with one pointer and half the letters are incorrect. 

As I stood staring at his thumbs and how nimble they were, and how they bent in half when needed, I looked down at my thumbs... 

Here you go! see the big lumps on both knuckles? they are arthritis spurs, the bend you see is as far as they bend, They will not touch the screen without touching several keys at once. Both hands. Now I realize why i can't type, as I type this on the desktop keyboard my thumbs and fingers are flat. the way I learned to type in 1961. I am so thankful I can talk to my phone, but it is a little awkward if I am in public and want to answer a text. I have to sit and poke one letter at a time, then poke it to backspace it out and try for the right one. 

Can you type with your thumbs? Can you hold the phone in one hand and type with your thumb? 

I wish I could

I had a thought

 

The thought I lost was a great post idea. I was already playing with AI for Beaus blog today and With nothing in my head, I typed.

Retro Kitchen Sink in Bing AI, because I was born in Retro 1944.. ha ha

here you go! which one would you choose? 1, 2, 3 or none of the above. Tell me why you like the one you pick or why you pick NONE

I choose # 2 because the first one has no stove, and the sink is not in front of a window and I don't like looking at a wall while washing dishes. #3 has the sink under the window but it is so small it is useless.

Dear Diary

 

Dear Diary, on Tuesday 8/22/2023, two weeks before my 79th Birthday, I the MadSnapper, did the following Manual Labor.

Walked Beau and at 7:15 handed him his peanut butter bone, leaving him happy on the living room carpet, I went outside to Cut the grass path and the grass in the back yard using the MANUAL gas-powered lawn mower. Bob did the front yard.

I confess, he cranked the mower for me...but last time I did crank the lawn mower all by myself.

I then Swept the messy grass/dirt cuttings off the deck and off the driveway using the above MANUAL but NOT a push broom and then pushed the MANUAL carpet sweeper over the 600 sq feet of carpet to pick up the grass cuttings I tracked in the house.

Tomorrow Beau and I walk the path I made for us; we have walked it since Oct 13th, 2020.

I asked AI for an illustration of an old woman pushing a lawnmower. I removed the word old and look what I got. AI needs to get with the new world of old women in capris, leggings and t-shirts.

I wonder how old AI is????

PS this was the other Woman, at least we KNOW AI IS MALE

It looks like she may have cut her left foot off with the mower and is really strong because she is pushing the mower with NO HANDS.