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P.S. Is there an active poetry stream on this site? I'm trying to wean off posting on a worldly site. Let me know... thanks

AI evolves. They get better depending on the version and setting.

I messaged you, sis.

Hello Ella, I live in Perth. Did you know we are having our convention this weekend (and next) at the Perth Convention Centre? Pm me for more details if you like. Lucy

Hi, brothers and sisters! Is there anyone here from Perth, WA? I've been here for a month now. I'm hoping to meet new friends. I live in the middle of the city.

You ask AI to check itself? If it lied once, do you expect it to be honest the second time? 🤣

Pages in a book can be counted and planned as in my personal writings where I have a preset amount.

I would like to change this subject tagline from My Cookbook to accurately describe the contents. Snippets from my life told through recipes. Is there anyone that can tell me do that change?

I would articulate JEHOVAH so much

AI hallucinates often, I always ask for direct link to check stuff myself after asking the AI to double check just in case...

FAMILY TIME Ready in a Flash HB Rolls 30-Minute Hamburger Buns — Tangzhong Method Same fast hamburger bun method, with a tangzhong starter folded in for a softer, more tender crumb and better next-day texture. Makes 8 buns (or 6 larger ones). A JAR FROM CATOOSA My sister from a different mister, Sue Ward, brought over a jar of Farmers Market maple honey from a stand in Catoosa — she found it and thought of me. I used it right in this batch, and now I'll forever think of her when I do. Sue and I have spent so much time together since Rick's nap time, and in that time we've discovered just how alike our childhoods were. Sometimes we'd tell each other a story about our fathers, and the other would shout, “Twinning!” — or I'd say we really need to look into our family tree. We both had early fathers who were hard men, cold at times, difficult to love. And now, aging in the truth together, we find ourselves longing to form the father-daughter relationship neither of us fully had growing up. For a long time, it was hard for me to think of Jehovah as a father figure. I didn't have a lot to connect it to. But I did have a man with an incredible work ethic, who instilled that same ethic in his daughters. He was a provider, and he excelled at the hard things. I've come to realize now that he couldn't pass on what he never had himself. He was a casualty of poverty and a very rough childhood from the Depression era — a WWII soldier who saw things no one should have to see, a survivor of the Greatest Generation. He had many good qualities too. He just couldn't let his guard down and risk anyone seeing his truth. This honey — sweet, unguarded, freely given by a friend who understands exactly where I come from — has become its own quiet lesson, in its own small way, about the kind of Father Jehovah actually is. Ingredients 3 tbsp bread flour, for tangzhong 1/2 cup water, for tangzhong 1/2 cup warm water (110°F), for blooming yeast 2 tbsp quick-rise yeast 2 tbsp sugar or honey (Sue's Farmers Market maple honey from Catoosa, if you have it) 1 tsp salt 4 oz butter, melted and cooled 1 large egg 2 4/5 cups bread flour (the remainder after tangzhong) 1 egg, beaten, for egg wash Sesame seeds, poppy seeds, or shredded cheese, optional topping Method Make the tangzhong. Whisk together the tangzhong flour and water in a small saucepan over low heat, stirring constantly, until it thickens into a smooth paste, about 2-3 minutes. Remove from heat and let cool to room temperature. Bloom the yeast. While the tangzhong cools, combine the warm water, yeast, and sugar or honey in your mixer bowl. Let sit 10 minutes until foamy. Add tangzhong, salt, butter, and egg. Add the cooled tangzhong, salt, melted butter, and egg to the yeast mixture. Mix briefly to combine. Add flour and mix. Add the remaining bread flour and mix with the dough hook no more than 2 minutes. Dough will be on the wetter side and sticky — that's expected. Divide and shape. Divide into 8 pieces (or 6 for larger buns). Form, shape, and roll each into a ball, then place on a sheet pan. Egg wash and rest. Brush lightly with the beaten egg. Add seeds or cheese now if using. Let rest 20 minutes — for a slightly better rise in that short window, this can be done in the VIVOHOME stand mixer bowl with the fermentation function set to 80°F (27°C) instead of a plain room-temperature rest. Bake. Bake at 400°F for 9-12 minutes, until internal temperature reaches 195-205°F. Cool. Remove from oven and cool before slicing. NOTES This adds about 10-15 minutes to the original 30-minute timeline, mostly for cooking and cooling the tangzhong before it goes in with the yeast. The payoff is a noticeably softer, more pillowy crumb and buns that stay fresh longer without drying out — the gelatinized starch in the tangzhong holds onto moisture the rest of the dough can't. From Jehovah's Table to Mine

Oh thanks dear brother! Your name has just reminded me that sometimes after an argument Rick would toss a white napkin into the room then yell Turce? I love you already! You hold a special memory in my heart next to that memory of Rick!

Oh, I love that you're sharing bits of your life with us, along with your recipes. This can only be the product of fond memories combined with deep thinking. We hope to welcome your dear Rick back in the ressurection, if Jehovah permits. Keep sharing as you're able. Feels like reading your journal. Much love to you.

BLAST FROM MY PAST THAT TRANSPORTS ME IN TIME. CASA VEGA MARGARITAS A Studio City Booth, a Confession, and Rick's Farewell Toast for Howard THE BOOTH AT CASA VEGA There was a booth at Casa Vega in Studio City that became, without either of us planning it, the place where this particular tenant told me the truth about her life. We went there more than once over the years we managed the buildings on Riverside Drive, in Sherman Oaks, Ca and Casa Vega was a industry legend, just a few blocks from our condo on Ventura Blvd in Studio City. But this place was always the same ritual — a dining room so dark your eyes had to adjust before they led you to your booth by flashlight. Candles on the table cast dark shadows and unless you had the menu memorized you still needed the flashlight offered to view it. We didn't. We had been there enough like most patrons to know exactly what we wanted. But now. looking back I think she this chose this place to reveal deep secrets. A basket of chips, flavorful cold salsa and a good margarita in front of each of us, allowed conversation that started light and went deep before the second drink arrived. June lived in one of our two plush buildings, upper-swank tenants, the kind of building where everyone kept their business to themselves in the hallway and nowhere else. She was head accountant in payroll for one of the studios in Burbank. She was a bit flirtatious mixed with mischief, the kind that always attracks men of a certain caliber. But over wine and margaritas, she told me she and her boyfriend were about to take things to the next level, and that she had something from three years earlier that she carried without resolution. She and her fiancee, Howard, had been in the middle of sharing a passionate intimate expression of their love when everything came to a sudden halt. Dead weight . And she meant dead to its fullest meaning. She told me she was right there with him, still caught up in the moment, saying don't stop, don't stop — before it came to her that he was gone. She called 911. He could not be revived. Then came the part that haunted her even more than his death: notifying his son, and the hallway neighbors learning everything when the medical examiner came to remove his body from her apartment. She told me she hadn't been intimate with anyone since. That she missed the physical closeness but went cold at the thought of it. She had tried, more than once, to explain this to her new boyfriend, and simply couldn't get the words out. I had real empathy for her sitting across that booth. I could see her go somewhere else for a moment, reliving it. When I got home that night, I told Rick the whole thing and asked him what he thought she should do. He said the simplest thing, the thing he always said about hard conversations — just be open and honest, and tell the man why you're hesitant. That was Rick's whole philosophy in one sentence. RICK'S BENEDICTION A few days later she came by with her rent check, and asked if she could sit a moment and tell me how their conversation went. She'd found the courage to bring up Howard with her boyfriend, and they'd talked it through. Rick came into the dining room to kiss me goodbye on his way to the store and caught the tail end of it. In the gentlest voice you can imagine, he said he hoped she got things worked out. She turned to him and asked, did Leslie tell you about Howard? And Rick — without missing a beat, without a flicker of mischief on his face — said he heard she'd rung his bell all the way to heaven. I felt every drop of color leave my face. I heard her gasp. I was certain the floor was about to open up beneath the dining room. And then she burst out laughing — said it was a farewell party Howard never knew he wanted. Rick told her he was sure she'd put her all into it, kissed me, and walked out the door like he hadn't just detonated a bomb in my dining room. The only other time it ever came up again was months later, when we ran into her and her new fellow leaving the garage together. She introduced us properly. As they walked off, arm in arm, she turned back over her shoulder, kicked up one heel, and gave us a thumbs up — no words at all, just that one gesture telling us everything had healed. I have never forgotten it. It's as crisp in my mind today as a photograph. Rick was the king of euphemism. Sometimes it left you wondering what the conversation was even about. But every so often — like that afternoon in the dining room — he found exactly the wrong words at exactly the right moment, and somehow they were the kindest thing anyone could have said. In memory of Rick, who never met an awkward silence he couldn't fill with something worse — and somehow, better. Casa Vega Style Margarita The booth drink. Made the way it deserves to be told — a little strong, a little salty, completely unhurried. INGREDIENTS 2 oz blanco tequila (100% agave) 1 oz fresh lime juice 3/4 oz orange liqueur (Cointreau or Triple Sec) 1/2 oz simple syrup, to taste Coarse kosher salt, for the rim Lime wedge, for rimming and garnish Ice DIRECTIONS Run a lime wedge around the rim of a rocks glass, then dip the rim into a shallow plate of coarse kosher salt. Set aside. Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Add the tequila, lime juice, orange liqueur, and simple syrup. Shake hard for 15 to 20 seconds, until the shaker is ice-cold to the touch. Strain into the salt-rimmed glass over fresh ice. Garnish with a lime wedge. Best sipped slowly, across a long conversation that starts light and doesn't stay that way. LESLIE'S NOTES Casa Vega's version always tasted a touch more savory than sweet, which I've always suspected was the salt rim doing more of the work, and the bits of jalapeno than people realize. Don't skimp on it. I hope you understand this clear memory was from a time in my life, 12 years before learning the truth. I did not want to exclude from my book as it still holds a place in my heart. Rick was extremely funny and kind, yet could be a loner by nature. One thing that was abundantly obvious is people were drawn to him. He was a people watcher from the get go. Could peg a persons motives yet sometimes overlooked the elephant in the room. But he was mine. Sometimes good, sometimes for my detriment but always mine.

It is terrible. I am seeing applicants bring in plans to be reviewed for building permits and they have used AI for items - that do NOT meet building codes. Then they want to argue about things and say, "But AI said I don't have to do that!" "How about you bring your AI in for chat and let's see if I can change its tune." Response, "Well, all I have is this printout ..." Or "I can't seem to duplicate those results." "I guess all I have is this little DENIED stamp." 😉

There are some lists of recommended items around there, but they are just suggestions. It may be more useful to think, in case there was a disaster in your area, what would you need to survive for three days until help arrives? That depends a lot of where you live. The most important thing you will need is drinkable water. You don't necessarily need one bag per person, but if you put just two litres of water per person, it's probably too much weight for one single bag. A torch and batteries is a good idea. So is a small radio (so you can listen to the news or any instructions by the authorities), a knife and a first aid kit. Photocopies of important documents and a small amount of cash can be very useful. Is it usually very cold where you live? Then a blanket could useful. Or you can buy a thermal emergency blanket at the chemist's which is like tinfoil, very light, doesn't take any space and costs around 2 or 3 pounds. You can also include a small amount of packed food that is easy to prepare and eat. But remember this is just to survive three days, you don't need a lot of food, maybe a can of something, some nuts or a protein bar. If there are some drugs you or your sons cannot go by without, you could add a few of them, but don't forget to replenish them periodically because drugs usually expire soon. Those are the basics. From there you can add what you consider you may need, depending on the money you can afford, of course. For example, we have an usb phone charger with a small solar panel and a crank, so that we can charge our phones even if there is no electricity. Actually, we don't need so many things to survive three days, and anyway it's impossible to anticipate every need. So don't be stressed about this. Just include a few items you may need and that's it. The congregation will always be there to help.

Because it’s easier and less tedious than actually taking the time and putting the effort into making research, so lazy people outsource their thinking abilities to AI

Tuesday, June 30 God is not unrighteous so as to forget your work and the love you showed for his name by ministering and continuing to minister to the holy ones.—Heb. 6:10. None of us should feel that we are entitled to receive Jehovah’s mercy even if we have spent many years in his service. Of course, Jehovah appreciates our record of faithfulness. He gave us his Son as a free gift, not as payment for services rendered. If we were to claim that we have earned mercy or that we are entitled to special consideration, we would, in effect, be saying that Christ died for nothing. (Compare Galatians 2:21.) The apostle Paul knew that he could not earn God’s favor. Why, then, did he work so hard in Jehovah’s service? Not to prove himself deserving, but to show appreciation for Jehovah’s undeserved kindness. (Eph. 3:7) Like Paul, we continue to serve zealously, not to earn Jehovah’s mercy, but to show appreciation for it. w25.01 27 ¶5-6

Hi Jonathan, Thank you so much for taking the time to write such a thoughtful message. I really appreciate it! To answer your questions: Are notes stored locally or in the cloud? All your notes are stored locally on your device using your browser's built-in storage. Nothing is sent to a server. You own your notes completely. Are notes encrypted and private? Because notes never leave your device, there is no cloud storage involved at all — so privacy isn't a concern in the traditional sense. The app doesn't have access to what you write. Can notes be exported? The app includes a print function for each talk's notes, which you can use to save as a PDF from your browser's print dialog and the app does include a backup feature that lets you export your notes as a file. Will the app be updated for future conventions? Yes, that's the plan. The app is built to be updated each year with the new programme and any improvements gathered from user feedback. On the pricing: You raise a fair point. OneNote, Apple Notes, and Google Keep are all excellent general-purpose tools. The difference here is that the programme is already built in (all three days, every session, with the correct talk titles and scriptures), scripture references are automatically detected and link directly to JW Library, and the whole experience is designed specifically around how a convention flows. To make it affordable for everyone, I offer several licence options, starting at €12 for one device, with family plans of 3, 5, or 10 devices, bringing the cost down to as little as €6 per device. I hope that helps, and I wish you a wonderful convention regardless of what you decide! 😊

Last time I checked, this game has 260 pages

Days are periods of time, both best and last

LOL ... That was legit stuff. If only AI was legit. I saw this article today: https://www.foxbusiness.com/technology/ford-rehires-experienced-engineers-after-ai-misses-mark

"This is your second violation of using AI on company time. Three violations and we will chop off your thumbs. After the fifth violation we will chop off your toes" - Human (and AI) Resources

It seems like people trust AI as if it actually gives correct answers. WHY???! It is nothing more than a giant search engine. If the internet is wrong (and it often is) this means AI is often wrong - and it is! Here is a nice screen shot I had just this morning - as I find myself often arguing with AI that it's first and second answers are WRONG! My advice - don't stop when you get the answer you WANT. You have to check and make sure the answer is CORRECT.

I typed my original story in my own words. The attachment is the cleaned up version with grammer and wording corrected as per my instruction to ai. Story content is entirely my own.