But who needs bad news from doctors when AI exists? I have never encountered anything that dishes out positive reinforcement like ChatGPT.

Based on how Bajans react when confronted with an exotic animal in the “wild”, I have a pretty good idea how an alien invasion to Barbados would play out.

As I monitor what passes for social media discourse these days, I’ve concluded that I am merely an explorer from another time, unlearned in the ways of the natives.

So I stayed in.

Pretty sure that’s one of seven signs as foretold in the scriptures.

The algorithm on the damn robot phone keeps showing me posts from other early retirees who are now fit, healthy and glowing.

A few days ago my father accidentally broke a plate and I exclaimed, “Alright Rosie,” referencing my sister’s (alleged) history of clumsiness.

I started walking a few mornings a week, but would cancel if it was raining, about to rain or if there was a general sense of rain… somewhere.

My back has been hurting for days and suddenly my social feeds are full of ads about back-pain relief.

I’ve had severe back and hip pain for the last few days.

I’d love to say it was the result of doing something strenuous or fun or...

Many years ago I interviewed someone who believed dinosaurs didn’t go extinct… they left Earth in a spaceship.

I'm in such a dry spell that I'd forgotten what latex even feels like

You know what Fallin’ by Alicia Keys, Can’t Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue, U Got It Bad by Usher and Break Ya Neck by Busta Rhymes have in common?

Upon my death, two critical roles will be activated.