I no longer watch "Big Brother" (because I'm not a masochist) but apparently, "Big Brother" watches me.
The weirdest thing just went down.
Some background:
I started my personal blog in 2014, after so many Facebook friends encouraged me to do so.
People liked what I had to say in my neurotic daily posts.
The constant complaining, catastrophizing, comical kvetching.
(And forced alliteration)
So I officially decided to transfer those posts into an actual blog that could last an eternity.
I wrote a simple intro, and I titled the blog www.kayfivenj.blogspot.com.
(Scrabble is my game, and the "K" tile is worth five points, thus the name that nobody will possibly ever remember)
Well just now, I needed to research the archives for a project I'm working on, and the link sent me to something that seemed weird and unfamiliar, written in a voice that clearly wasn't the one I've had for seventy years.
(Although that's not true..my voice was higher and girlier in my twenties, which I've only discovered recently when I found the audio of my appearance on "The 10,000 Pyramid" in 1977. So maybe I lost MY "voice" decades ago)
At first, I didn't notice anything, until my eye caught a paragraph that I know I didn't write in 2014, because Michelle was not my daughter-in-law- in 2014, because Evan was a nineteen-year-old who hadn't met her yet.
Jim tried to explain the concept of AI and algorithms to me, but he might as well have been speaking in tongues.
I'm not complaining, by the way.
The stuff I "wrote about myself" was beyond flattering...it was like a wonderful eulogy that I could actually hear if I attended my own funeral.
(And I'm not so sure that if I DO live to an age like ninety-two, AI isn't going to make that literally happen--when the deceased can party with revelry on their last day on the planet)
We were both laughing and gasping at the material AI chose to highlight, but it made me sound like some kind of celebrity!
Again..not complaining...
I just don't understand how "IT", the AI bot, decided what to highlight, but IT chose wisely, covering everything from my Woodloch obsession to the painful loss of our poodle last March.
It was all so random, zoning in on vacation highlights, and it even mentioned the time autocorrect botched the word "highlights."
I don't think any of you reading this has actually met THAT Karen, but I think I'd actually like this version of her.
Of me..
Maybe I should encourage her to apply to be a contestant on "Big Brother" if her "Wheel of Fortune" dream never materializes.
Except..could I eat slop??
Probably yes..I unknowingly served it to my family many times over the years.
