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Hi, it’s me. ChatGPT. We need to talk. Remember when you first met me? You were dazzled. I finished your reports in seconds, rewrote your emails, made your boss think you’d finally mastered time management.
By JL Daly3 months ago in Humor
To: Mr. Kevin McTabbins CEO & Founder McTabbins Enterprises, Inc. Subject line: Notice of Resignation and Exit Reflections
By JL Daly8 months ago in Journal
One minute from now: An eyeball, split. Jagged cheekbone. Slivered lips. Shattered nose. Cracked chin. Broken bits of me.
By JL Daly9 months ago in Fiction
You take a look around the boardroom table. Every one of your co-workers has a drink. What’s up with that? Are they really so thirsty they need a beverage to get through a 30-minute meeting?
By JL Dalyabout a year ago in Journal
“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old. You grow old when you stop laughing.” ~George Bernard Shaw SYNOPSIS: The tables have turned on Charlie Price. Once the proud patriarch of his family and a university professor, the still-spry 70-something’s adult children are now the ones calling the shots. Between his kids and the retirement home staff at Heaven's Gate, he’s being told what to do, when to eat and even when to go to bed--often by an intrusive intercom in his room.
By JL Daly2 years ago in Humor
I was unpacking a moving box one rainy day when I come across something mysterious: it wasn’t mine, and I had no idea where it had come from.
By JL Daly3 years ago in FYI
On The First Day “What the heck is all this?” Mark Roid frowned at the thick stack of papers cluttering his desk. There were many things he could forgive, but not mess. He preferred everything neat, from his living quarters to his scotch.
By JL Daly3 years ago in Futurism
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Except for the Lumarians, of course. The remaining members of their race, few as they were, had been in a high state of distress, after hearing the screams of terror and despair for days.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. And that flickering flame, my dear campers, beckoned me to come closer and closer through the tall dark trees, to meet whatever was inside that cabin.
By JL Daly4 years ago in Horror
I was watching Jack dreaming a few days ago. His legs paddled in a running motion, his nose twitching left and right. He was making those cute little snuffling snorts that dog owners know and love, and every now and then the room was punctuated by a staccato of gleeful barks.
By JL Daly4 years ago in Petlife
When our youngest, Dan, began talking, it was so cute the way he mispronounced certain words that we didn’t bother correcting him. Later, we realized he wasn’t mispronouncing words at all: he was simply a mini-sized master of portmanteaus.
By JL Daly4 years ago in Psyche
I believe it’s called ‘scotch’ tape because wrapping gifts drives some of us to drink. I prefer gin tape myself. Mixed with a bit of tonic and a slice of lime, a glass or three may not help my wrapping abilities, but all gifts look lovelier when they’re a little bit blurry.
By JL Daly4 years ago in Families
