Today we breach the first Monday of week six in the Leadership Series and the return to self-deprecation. It’s more fun for me this way. Yes, buying diapers for baby momma was worth the exploration but my blog will not live there.
For today’s post I commanded the Ai powers on my now deleted Instagram platform to create images of the Governor of California kicking me square in the nuts.
These four images above cement Zuckerberg as the top alien tech billionaire on the planet. Elon excluded.
I thought my action command was painfully clear. However, the brains behind Meta confuse things like all modern humans.
Or, maybe the intelligence of this artificial is cheekier than I. These computer-generated weirdo images made me the Governator without the nut shot.
I’m issuing more of a non-essential curb stomp.
I’m a tad bit surprised with these four snapshots in all honesty. I thought the Silicon Valley woke police had more sensitivity training than this.
These Ai images are down right dirty-- dare I say psychopathic!
Or again, maybe the algorithm gets it right and knows exactly where to play when you type in: The governor of California.
I still have zero explanation for the body parts on the floor. Nor would I attempt defense for such baffling content in a phoney court of law.
100 billion dollars in Monopoly Money backed by the Neo-Brandeisian movement for the most creative caption to the bizarro portrait above.
I’ll give you a head start: the horizontal goon above needs no Narcan shot, he can bend a free plastic spoon to get after what’s inside the jar below.
For this sous vide experiment, I dropped into the intelligence of classic ingredients used to construct traditional Pots de Creme:
• egg yolks
• sugar
• cream Then I pivoted into my artificial embellishment to create a blueprint for you to execute loosely in the vein of ISH:
• 7 egg yolks
• 8 TBL spoons ISH of quality sugar
• vanilla powder "spray & pray"
• 2 shots instant espresso
• sucker shot of dark booze - I used Thai rum
• 1 overflowing cup heavy cream
• 1 overflowing cup 4% milk
• 100 grams high % semi bitter chocolate
• Celtic salt Step 1-ISH: Mix the yolks, sugar, and vanilla powder in a large bowl. Preferably glass or porcelain. Not your toilet. Get your mind centered, this ISH business is serious shit.
Yes I went there...
Step 2-ISH: In a mug mix instant espresso with whatever brown booze you’re using as long as it’s bourbon or rum.
Step 3-ISH: Google “what is a ban-marie” • If you see a thumbnail of Martha Stewart click on it. She’s annoying beyond measure, but she’s good at what she does and what she does is capitalize insider information that she shares with you.
Step 4-ISH: Put the milk, cream, and dark chocolate into the bain-marie set up that Martha showed you. Stir it well with a wooden spoon or equivalent. Something that when you’re holding it you see yourself slapping your lovers ass.
Did I go there..?
Step 5-ISH: When the chocolate and dairy are merged, spike it with the boozey coffee solution and some coarse grey Celtic salt. Mix it more and yes, Himalayan is acceptable.
Step 6-ish: Slowly add the warm booze-spiked-chocolate-milk into the large bowl with the egg yolks and sugar that has been patiently waiting for your arrival. Next, pour your chocolate love into air-tight jars about a quarter inch from the top. Screw the sure-tight lid down on the jar and gingerly slide it into a water bath with an immersion circulator set to 168° farenheit-ish for 60 to 90 minutes.
I did use the word gingerly.
FAIR WARNING: You don’t need to wear a mask while making or consuming this decadent jar of luscious, contagious, wonder. But, I do advise washing your digits pre and post kitchen work.
MORE WARNING: If you start making these at home on the regular, you’ll lose interest with how your linens get washed at the French Laundry. However, if you ever find yourself in that dining room and the ball squeezing Ai Governor of California walks in, stand up, present the cleanest Ai version of your flawed self, and make a newsworthy scene by kicking him square in the nuts.
You’re welcome, thank me later.
James