If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
Of all inventions and there have been very many, some of them very good some of them very bad…Well, here’s another bad one, one that should be uninvented just as fast as hitting the ground, when you slip unable to catch yourself and you go down, boom .
AI. Artificial intelligence.
Get it? Artificial-unreal-fabricated-made up-not yours!
Sure it’s intelligent information but it still is not yours.
Look how many mistakes Autocorrect makes in one minute of you texting, as it is trying to take over your thinking?
No. Nope AI can be manipulated and dangerous for our society.
Somebody, had the bright idea to create an intelligence, for children who now don’t have to think anymore-so people don’t have to think for themselves, what is that gonna be like in about five years? Where nobody is thinking for themselves, a computer telling them what to think what to say what to do.
It is extremely important for humanity to Think For Yourselves!
Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
It was that time of year where I first learn about Halloween. I lived in CHIPMAN New Brunswick, at the time, and my guess would be that I must have been four-years of age.
It just so happened I was with my mother when my older sister came running in calling out, “the costumes are in, the costumes are in. Can I go to Mary Marsden’s and pick out a Halloween mask? Please mommy, please?”
Well now, I do not know what masks are, however, I do know what Mary Marsden’s is. The only General Store in town. She had lots of things in her store and often gave me a candy of some sorts.
Now here’s her, begging to go pick out a mask, and I pleaded out, “mommy can I go to?”
Instantly she yelled, “no. You can’t go with me! I’m going by myself. Mommy can I go and see if there is a mask that I like, please mommy?”
I did ask again and my mother did look down at me, where I was jumping up and down like a crazy baby kangaroo, pleading to go along to see what this mask thing was for a Halloween thing coming soon?
“No you can’t come with me. You can’t. You are too little. I’m going by myself. Mother no.”
Well, the crazy jumping baby kangaroo got the best of things, where mother finally spoke.
“You can go look at the masks and see which one you would like to have, if you take Connie. But. You have to hold her hand.”
Well now, if her eyes could have squinted any tighter they would have been closed. But she begrudgingly said, “okay,” where mother repeated once again, “don’t you dare let go of her hand.” —“I won’t.” —“Promise?” —“I promise.”
So off we went. All the way to the store. Up the short road which was more or less a stones throw for a big person, but for us, probably a minute before reaching the big road that came from our left, and out from under a high railroad track up in the sky that came across the Great Lake.
She held my hand all the way to the road, across the road to Marsden’s, where she let go running up the greying wooden dusty steps and inside. Wham! The big screen door slammed shut.
Yes she left me out on the step. Then once I was in, 🤩! WOW, I loved it in there. And there was Marry, standing behind her counter watching down at me, and me looking way up at her. “What’s a mask? Where did Penny go?”
The store was filled with long stretching racks of plastic holding something on hangers, something I have never seen before, taking up practically the whole store? I couldn’t see Penny if I wanted to, and I wanted to.
Miss Marry pointed as she spoke, “Penny is over there, looking at costumes for Halloween. A mask is something hiding your face when you put the costume on to go trick or treating.”
What ever Marry said, blew over my head like a wind storm. At this point of my little life, I have never heard of this Halloween. So, I found Penny asking, where upon she told me to look by myself, and she was going over there, and off she went, leaving me once again. Only this time, inside the store, standing in the middle of a line of these costumes hanging in plastic bags on hangers.
What next, came as a confused surprise as I pushed apart between the hangers only to witness a very scary up-side down face staring at me, and another, and another and another, until being alerted to Penny’s voice yelling out in great admiration, “I found one! I’m going to tell mommy!” Then the hammer of that big old door slammed shut.
Awe! My heart jumped realizing she left me alone in the store with strangers!!! I went and pushed that old door opened and stepped out on to the platform. She was already across the big road. “Penny. Mommy said you have to hold my hand,”
Well now, she did look, I saw her look both ways and heard her yell, “RUN!”
Well I ran down those steps as fast as speedy Gonzalez, and out to the road.
I heard a massive BAM! Haven’t a clue what that was. But I can tell you it was quiet and dark. As the matter of fact, it was the most blackest of black there could ever be.
“Where am I. And how come I can’t see?” {This is a whole different story. A God thing happened.} But two and one half months later, my mother and her sister came to bring me home from the hospital.
Upon their, arrival, my aunt had bought me one bottle of orange crush and one Oh Henry chocolate bar. My eyes were bigger than my head at having a whole bottle of pop for myself.
Long story I know. But we are soon getting to the Bridge out of nowhere. okay, now I am home with a chocolate bar and a whole bottle of pop, where I only ever got half, a bottle or glass. I can not, tell you the excitement running through me having one whole bottle of pop, orange crush at that, for myself.
But when I got into the house all these kids came running out of nowhere at me asking for a bite of the bar, and a sip of my pop! Within seconds the bar was gone and me not even having a lick. As for the bottle of pop? There was only one sip left, 😲!
Well I took off running like nothing else matters, out the front door and Bam!!!
Well, while I lay in the hospital all that time they finished building the bridge. Nobody, thought to tell me about it.
I woke in the doctor’s car wrapped in a pink blanket in my mother’s arms.
After that I haven’t a clue. But because of that bridge out of nowhere, people would say, “there goes that little Taylor girl gets hit by car everyday.” Of course, I’d get mad, squint, and say, “not every day!”
The picture on my post, is the bridge, in NewBrunswick where I love to visit. My home town CHIPMAN. Only I ever got to go back for a funeral and then to visit my cousins. Everything was gone but that bridge. 😂
I must say the timing is taking for ever that I am doing my own editing. Seriously, so far this story is maybe twenty-seven years in the works! Holy. But for good reasons-grandchildren . . .They are all in school now.
MY ART
This is a story written by me, myself and I. I have written other stories but this is the one I chose to edit first.
Hilarious though this cover is not the first. Also my name is Constance Iola Taylor henceforth Iola Taylor C’S. Even then. I started to use my married name only to find Five other writers carry the same name-Constance Ferguson. Wow who knew?
This picture is what I put together first with careful thought. But things got botched so this was trashed.
MY ART
This is just funny to me, like being naked. Funny though how some people found this picture creepy? I don’t get the creepy part.
MY ART.
Anyway…I will be so happy when my story is finished. As of yet this day April 25, 2025 the word count holds 71,744 words.
What technology would you be better off without, why?
Technology is becoming increasingly damaging to society in a way that we won’t need to think for ourselves.
Not sure about anyone but myself, about this Grammarly stuff and now this AI, nothing is real. There will be no need to think for ourselves. Nothing can be called original!!
I myself am way better off with out this nonsense, I prefer to think for myself, creating wonderful ideas, making this answer short and sweet.
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
Sometimes decisions are not as hard as we think they are, or we make them out to be. I love you so much that’s what made it hard to leave thee.
You had so many girlfriends, you said I could never be your friend yet you married me, why?
Hmm, had known this, I would not have married you, but I loved you.
I loved you so very much, so it made it hard for me to run away-this the decision I made at the age of 23-made it hard for me, but you didn’t love me and like you said, you thought it was a good idea at the time.
Well now, that made the hard decision a little easier for me so I ran away, but still waited for you to come for me. You knew where I was.
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
If I could be someone anyone just for one day as long as during this day, what I do applies, I would be QUEEN.
Why do I choose to be queen? Why do I want it to apply? What’s the point of being queen if it doesn’t apply?
Being queen for one day where I can change everywhere under my rule, there would be men there would be women there would be girls there would be boys no more thinking you’re a dog you’re a cat I want to be a girl, but I’m in a man’s body I wanna be a man, but I’m in a girls body no more teaching kindergartens grade ones grade twos about sex no more paedophiles allowed to walk the streets no more murderers, rapists killers, taking space eating food, watching TV playing games learning from books no more no more high taxes no more outrageous prices on foods no more costly clothing, no more presidents and governments Ignoring our rights and our freedoms, Queen for a day I say all that applies under my rule.
Outlandish indeed!
But I am the queen do you hear me no more nonsense no more prejudiced no more one-sided peoples! No more crying over holocaust no more crying over black slaves let’s start crying over Irish slaves before the blacks packed in cages history lies in the past the past cannot be changed.
I am your QUEEN . I rule over these countries and lands. I tell you no more discriminatory no more bigots! I tell you off with their heads.
Pretty harsh I know-but KINGS and QUEENS were harsh. They did bad things to people to please themselves. I don’t want to do bad things to people to please myself, I want to please the people. I am your queen for one day.
Bahahaha. Now that I got that out of my system, I am so happy. I never laughed so hard in the last couple days. Tell me is it possible I be QUEEN for a day just one day? Come on let me do it. Let me have one day, give me a go. Come on, let me have a go, let me have a go at her for just one day.
Off with their heads, I say.
Ps. . . this is not intended to hurt, weak minds. This is intended for the lighter side of things for the comical ways of life. Besides, you asked, didn’t you. And i’d be lying if I said anything else.
Quite the question when so much has happened, what historical event fascinates you the most-there’s so much back there that has fascinated me, I don’t have a most.
To step back in time for several hours per century without dying in the process would be out of this world right? It would be groovy man. But at the same time during any of these Centuries, at what point in time do I stop. After all, a hundred years has many changes happening almost every ten years.
What is year one? Cavemen poking each other, carving out images on rock walls, grunting, inventing fire? I would really like to walk among the neanderthal just for a few hours. I love rocks. I love the forest, and sometimes I don’t feel like talking just poking and grunting.. I imagine the scenery was probably beautiful and fascinating to walk among with land mountains untouched.
Then the Mayans and Egyptians wow I wonder only because there were no trees with the Egyptians. It’s just all hot sand and the Nile river. It would be cool to see how they made pyramids, where they came up with massive stone. Whereas the Mayan were underground-was it cold, they were a smart people, they came up with a Calendar, and the Egyptians read the stars. It would be fascinating to spend time with each of these people without being murdered for any reason which would please their GODS.
The days of the Vikings and pirates living on the waters all the glories about the lands they got to see, that’s all fascinating, but I wouldn’t want to be there. I have this phobia about sharks. So as fascinating as I find the Vikings and pirates out on ships?, sharks!
Oh my gosh… Indians, and Cowboys! Geronimo, Pecos bill, to live in teepees, log cabins, to shoot arrows to ride bucking horses, learn how to make wigwam’s sing, like Pocahontas, ride with Doc holiday and the gang, robbing trains…an hour in each of their shoes as long as I wouldn’t get skinned alive or hung from the highest tree, it would be freaking awesome to dance around a fire and or brawl in a bar because they didn’t like my sing while laying on the piano. As for the clothes? Wow, the buck-skin the natives wore with their headdresses and beads so beautiful, and the dresses and funny feathered hats the women wore, with their tiny umbrellas as they walked through dirt down muddy roads, being covered with wet muck as the horses went galloping past. Yeah I would love to stay an hour each.
Then, what about hanging out with pretty boy Floyd or Bonnie and Clyde or Mad dog whoever he is, Casa Blanca, and all them bootleggers? I wouldn’t mind being there learning how to bootleg, well make it anyways. All the gagsters with their Gatling guns, gunning down whom ever they wanted, in black suits with black hats-say what are you playing at?
To be on the titanic what a fascinating boat they made that out to be, but I don’t want to drowned…oh, they built a ship titanic to sail the ocean blue and they thought they had a ship that the water couldn’t go through but the good Lord raised his hand said the ship will never land was sad when the great ship went down.. nope, no thanks, even though it was a fascinating time. Makes me actually think of Tom Sawyer and Mark Twain fascinating era in deed. But if I did spend time there, I would help Tom white-wash the fence, lol then go play. Rather get into trouble..
No wars for me ever, no slavery, no religion no breaking nations apart. None of that fascinates me interests me moves me, none of that. I don’t want to be among the pilgrims with the plague with killing off natives to steal their land. Nothing fascinating about that era. None of that should be in history or have happened but it has and I am not interested in ever visiting any of that ever unless of course…I could change it all. Bahahaha.
And cool Daddio Beatniks, snapping their fingers in stead of clapping, talking their talk with their poems, in beats and rhythm. A funny bunch these people were. I only got to witness this stuff on TV television programs-Beatniks’ we’re out there, way out there. Then you had hippies. I wouldn’t mind being a beatnik for an hour long as I didn’t get hurt or being a hippie for a while as long as I didn’t do drugs and die or get beat up by people who didn’t like hippies, or get caught up with Charles Manson and his followers.
Yeah, history is fascinating. History is a wonder…just seems that it’s all a creation from somebody seeing pictures on the wall for the early part of it, which of course causes one to question wanting to go see for themselves. It’s all amazing with glories and fascinating stories, I wouldn’t know where to go first with all these days gone by, same as what fascinates me the most?
The End.
History. It’s all a systematic study and documentation of the human past anyway so…Imagine if we were never told about all this past history, what then would be fascinating? 🤷♀️
What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?
Oh gosh, I change my mind all the time, ever since I heard it said, “woman change their minds all the time, or they won’t be women.” Works for me and I abuse this statement all the time. Okay… not all the time. Most of the time. Well no not really most of the time, lots of times I have changed my mind.
Actually it’s the cause of not taking the time to think about the consequences, the end results? I just jump right in there. 🥳 😱 oops… oh wait a minute, is it to late to change my mind? Oh man.
Just the other day I thought it a good idea to pay $89.00 and save $18.00 for a service, but when the bill came it was not $89.00 saving anything, the final payment was $100.57, what did I save? I had to call the company to find out what was going on? Turned out they threw in tax! CANCEL that I said.
In my mind you asked for $89 then take 89 not a cent more. You want a cent more? Then say there will be more so it is understood, more will be taken.
There, I felt better knowing that I’m getting my payment back, even if it is in 5-8 days.
Oh look…a few hours later didn’t I go and change my mind…yup I reapplied for the app paying the $89.00 plus tax, then reordered my groceries. <>>>the only way I could have my order delivered to me was by entering this free delivery rather pick it up/I don’t drive. Now all I need to do it wait until between five and six o’clock to get my food.
Well Now. I have to CHANGE MY MIND AGAIN 😤😱🥸 I have to call and ask for a second refund. This new free delivery did not work for me. There was a time slot for this delivery to take place, between 5 & 6, but this did not fall through.
Two hours later a very tall man showed up with my order and several excuses blaming the store, and whoever, leaving me with melted ice cream sticks, ice cream sandwich bars, warm juices and eight missing items…Nope, I do not like this service at all, freaking big mistake that was. I change my mind again.
Today was not a typical day at all. We have, rather I have, four new additions to the home that I get to feed & clean up after, which no matter how cute and funny they are the work is far from a typical day for me.
What is this interruption you may ask?, let me tell you. Four baby teacup Yorkies.