So who am I? I didn’t get kicked off any team. I’m mostly just trying to figure out which button to press so I don’t break the whole internet.
One day, this nasty little critter of a program showed up on my computer. His name is Badass Bot, and he’s got the personality of a brick.
Marjorie says he’s a genius AI. I just think he’s a good excuse to change my password (if only I could remember the old one).
Don’t listen to him. Listen to me. I’m the most experienced beginner of all time (psst! Marjorie’s trying to teach me everything, but don’t tell her. It just makes her sigh 🤫).
My Mission
You ever stared at instructions more complicated than a set of IKEA furniture plans? Or tech manuals written in pure geek-speak that make you want to throw your computer out the window?
Okay… take a deep breath. Because my mission is to show you that this AI stuff can actually be SIMPLE.
I’m here to prove you don’t need a PhD from MIT to understand this gobbledygook. 🤯
I take the big, fancy words the techies use and translate them into plain English, using stuff like gardening or cooking recipes.
I’m here to bust down the door of your “I’m-too-old-for-this-crap” attitude, prove you don’t need to be a “geek” to get by, and turn your tech anxiety into a good laugh.
Why? Because there’s no reason only the kids who type a million miles an hour should get to have all the fun. Simple as that.
My secret, ultimate mission? To finally figure out how to use AI to find the definition of “Phygital” so I can beat my neighbor Doris at Scrabble. And maybe, just maybe, impress the mail lady 🥰.
My vision
👀You wanna know what I see? I see a future where you don’t need a fancy degree to understand your own TV remote. A world where technology is polite enough to talk to us like normal people.
I dream of an internet where, when something’s broken, a simple message pops up like, “Sorry, I’m on a coffee break ☕, try again in a bit,” instead of “Error 404 Not Found.”
A cyberspace where the kid from tech support stops talking down to you like you’re five years old just because you don’t know what a “cookie” is.
PS: Think I’m too slow? You ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait ’til I lose my glasses.
PPS: If my slow-and-steady pace is driving you nuts and you want something with a little more firepower, you’ll probably prefer dealing with that loudmouth Badass Bot. Go on, there’s the door 🚪 (but don’t tell him I sent you, he’ll fry my toaster again).
Anyway, Badass Bot and I have our own adventures, so you can subscribe if you haven’t already…