Like most of us, I was watching the news for updates of the Titan submersible last week, and being that I have nothing more to add on the subject, I asked Chat GPT to write about it as Ernest Hemingway. Did it get facts wrong? Sure. Does make for a fun blog post? Maybe. Who’s to say? You, you’re the one to say.

“The sea, my dear friends, holds within its deep blue heart tales of both triumph and tragedy. It is a relentless and unforgiving mistress, whose mysteries and dangers are known to few, yet beckon the adventurous souls who dare to venture into its watery realm. Today, I shall recount to you the tale of the OceanGate submersible disaster, an ill-fated journey that unfolded beneath the surface, where man’s reach met with the unyielding might of the ocean.

“Picture, if you will, a vessel built to descend into the abyss, a submersible they called Cyclops. Its creators, with their ambitious minds and unwavering resolve, sought to unveil the secrets hidden in the watery depths. It was an endeavor steeped in courage, tinged with a touch of madness, for they sought to explore where few had ventured before.

“It was a calm morning when the Titan set sail, her steel body slicing through the waves, propelled by the dreams of those aboard. The crew, a band of intrepid adventurers, possessed the spirit of conquerors, believing they could tame the savage sea. The tales of yore, the myths and legends, did naught to deter their resolve. For in their eyes, they held the fire of knowledge, burning bright amidst the uncertainties of the unknown.

“As the vessel descended deeper into the abyss, the great expanse of the ocean seemed to stretch infinitely before them. The crew peered through the portholes, their eyes alight with wonder as they beheld the wonders that lay hidden beneath the surface. The delicate dance of marine life, the ethereal beauty of coral reefs, and the haunting silence of the darkened depths captivated their souls, urging them to delve further.

“But fate, my dear friends, is a fickle mistress. She toys with mortal desires and casts her dice with little regard for the dreams of men. And so, in the midst of their exploration, disaster struck with a force that would rend their hopes asunder. The Titan, that great vessel of exploration, encountered an obstacle unforeseen, and her hull was breached.

“Water, that eternal adversary, surged through the wounds, invading the sanctity of the submersible’s innards. Panic seized the crew as they grappled with the realization that their fate now lay precariously in the hands of the merciless sea. For even the bravest of hearts, my friends, cannot conquer the forces of nature without consequence.

“The minutes that followed were a battle, fought with every ounce of strength and resilience possessed by the beleaguered crew. They fought against the rising tide, the frigid waters threatening to claim them as their own. But alas, the sea proved too powerful a foe. One by one, the crew succumbed to the icy grip of the deep, their dreams extinguished beneath the weight of the sea’s eternal indifference.

“Oh, how the ocean, with its depths and mysteries, devours the bold and the curious! The tragedy of the OceanGate submersible disaster serves as a solemn reminder, a cautionary tale that the boundaries of man’s dominion are ever defined by the relentless power of the natural world. The sea, my dear friends, is a tempestuous lover, one whose embrace can bring both ecstasy and despair.

“And so, we mourn the brave souls who sought to conquer the abyss, their lives forever claimed by the relentless ocean’s wrath. May their sacrifice be a testament to the eternal struggle between man’s boundless ambition and the formidable might of nature, forever entwined in a dance as old as time itself.”

If you haven’t gotten your favorite typewriter collector anything yet, she would love a Hermes 3000.

Nothing has ever been so true to me as a human.

I lived in At. Tammany Parish for 10 years. This is today’s very real post from Facebook.

It’s too hot for criminal foolishness, y’all.

I’m going to be 49 next month. I can testify to this.

This is the only thing I have to say about Juneteenth to fellow wire people.

I used to say “Happy Father’s Day to all the baby daddies,” but I’ve realized it takes more to be a Dad. Like Yondu says in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 said “he may have been your father, boy, but he wasn’t your daddy.” yes, I did quote Yondu.

This is a college I made a few years ago. Top left is my dad and me at Hamel’s Park in Shee epirt when I was a kid. I loved that place, as most of us did then. I loved going there with my Dad, but really, I loved going anywhere with him because he worked so much that he didn’t have a lot of family time. Even when he wasn’t working, he was often helping his relatives fix something or other. Time together was great.

Bottom left is my Pappaw Branton and me and my cousins, Bridget and Cherie. He died when I was 10 I spent a lot of time with him and man, he was great. He taught me how to fish. He grew peppers and tomatoes and hid the eggs at Easter. He and my grandmother lived next door to us and I went to their house after school a lot. When he came home from work, he would sit in his chair and say, “Kerry, go get me a beer and a Twinkie, you know where they are. Get a Twinkie for yourself too.”

Bottom right is my Pappaw Glenn and me after my junior ring ceremony. He was something else. He had stories. He loved ice cream. He put in a pool, he said for me — I had a sister and cousins, so I don’t know how true that was. I spent his last few days with him in the hospital and in the middle of the night, he rallied, as they say dying people do. During the last hour that he was cognizant, I asked him if he wanted some ice cream. We had ice cream together. He passed away later that afternoon.

It’s been a blessing having my Dad and grandfathers in my life. Blessing is the world for it because luck is random. There’s nothing random about these men.

I got nothin’ but memes. Enjoy.

This needs to be a thing. Interwebs, you know what to do.