
Powered by good coffee, solid Wi‑Fi, and a wrecked body buzzing with neuropathy. I write Rarely Serious as a public service announcement for the chronically panicked. I worry about my health but not AI taking over the world. I’m pro‑tech, anti‑scaredy‑cat, and deeply suspicious of anyone who doesn't know what a prompt is. If you think Claude is my uncle or a ‘good friend,’ you can leave. If you’re here to laugh while I limp around kicking the shins of AI doomers, pull up a chair.”
