Thank you, thank you. I can’t tell you what a relief that is. I mean that’s a relief. It’s always helps to see even remotely tragic memories to good use, see an old faux pas become cliche, and laugh, hahaha
‘wasn’t that a chocolate cake
to set under the queen,’
whereby supporting minor, though important changes to what looks like, might have been, though probably wasn’t patriarchy by committee.
By the way, I had to check out Mrs. Gerstles discovery about googling and found another surprising
— does quasimodo imagine the gargoyles
I don’t know what to make of it. Is it a complete sentence or not? Is google a poet?
I’m thinking I’ll side with the Gerstle, as I’ve just decided to address her, on this one; her philosophy of artificial intelligence. Dare we say google brain? He be GB? Jed, I mean.
This could turn out to be nothing to laugh about.