Tero wrote: ↑Mon Nov 29, 2021 2:01 pmCyber Monday gave no deals on tablets
I will make do with my 2016 tablet, for which I got a new case
Sometime in Jan I will look at iPad mini prices
A tablet bigger than 8 inches is no longer useful for me
I cannot use it for e-reader
The cheaper iPad now is the 10 inch
I will watch some youtube on a tablet
but I never watch movies on a tablet
Only in a hotel room would it come up
--part 1 from Walt Whitman's Song of the Open RoadAfoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)
-chatGPTThere once was a man named Svartalf,
A romantic soul, but alas, no laugh,
He chased love with all his might,
But it eluded him, day and night,
Now he roams alone, his heart's epitaph.
--chatGPTThere once was a man named Sean,
An aimless wanderer he had grown,
No tribe to call home,
He roamed all alone,
But luck had left him on his own.
In search of knowledge, he'd roam,
But alas, he found only the known,
No new truths to find,
Left him feeling confined,
Poor Sean, luck had surely flown.
With each new place he'd arrive,
No surprises to keep him alive,
His mind grew weary,
His path, oh so dreary,
No serendipity for him to thrive.
Oh, Sean, the village's fool,
In his quest, he played by no rule,
But fate had its way,
No new cards to play,
His luck ran dry, and life grew cruel.
Now Sean's journey has come to an end,
No more horizons for him to transcend,
He yearned for change,
Yet life remained strange,
Oh, poor Sean, luck refused to befriend.
Though luck may have left him behind,
In his heart, a glimmer of hope, we find,
For every village fool,
Deserves a chance to rule,
Maybe someday, fortune will be kind.
Maybe with the right prompts and enough runs it could. These two are pretty awful.
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