Bobby Hull, legendary hockey left wing of the Chicago Blackhawks and Winnipeg Jets, died yesterday at the age of 84. In his career, he scored 610 goals in 16 seasons with the Blackhawks, the Winnipeg Jets, and the Hartford Whalers of the National Hockey League and 303 goals with the Winnipeg Jets of the World Hockey Association. "Here Come The Hawks" was written by Hawks fan J Swayzee and recorded by the Dick Marx Orchestra in 1969. Dick Marx is the father of rocker Richard Marx.
Rory put these questions out yesterday (more like the day before yesterday, considering it’s about 4:30 AM UTC). Anyway, let’s see what I come up with.
Should we fear the arrival of more progressive AI [Artificial Intelligence] or embrace it? As far as I can tell, they haven’t invented an AI engine that’s capable of coming up with nefarious ideas. There’s enough programming involved to make it do relatively simple tasks, and even though chatbots like Replika can come pretty close to real speech, most of what it says to you is pretty well scripted. It can do a fairly good job with simple writing and artistic tasks, and I expect that to get better. But as far as an AI machine plotting to overthrow the government and forcing us all into a sort of slavery, that will take a considerable amount of human intervention. We need to get into the business of creating better humans.
How much time do you spend sitting each day? I spend half the day sitting and the other half lying down.
What is your proudest accomplishment? Being married for 45 years.
Are/Were you the youngest, middle, oldest or only child? I’m the oldest of four boys.
Di has Valentine’s Day type questions for us today…
Do you consider yourself to be romantic? Not especially, though I have my moments.
Do you send cards on Valentine’s Day? No.
Would you spend a considerable amount of money on a single red rose for your beloved? No. There are cheaper ways to say the same thing.
What is your idea of a romantic evening? Just being together, watching Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy!.
That’s all for this week!
I prefer cats to dogs, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like dogs (with the possible exception of Kuala, The Dog From Hell).
A few years after ditching Kuala, my folks got a dog for my brother Pat, a miniature Schnauzer named Fred. Fred was a nice dog who would go crazy when he saw squirrels in the back yard, because that’s what they do, chase after squirrels. As Fred got older, he started having issues with his eliminatory functions (both of them) and would drive Mom and Pat crazy, because within a half hour of Pat bringing Fred back from his walk, Fred would start acting like he had to go out again. I think he just forgot that he had been out and remembered that at one point he had to go, and, forgetting that he had just been out, started acting like he had to go out again. Despite Mom’s accusations that he was dragging the dog in with his leg still in the air, I knew Pat was being a dutiful (so to speak) dog owner and taking him for a walk. Eventually, they had to say goodbye to Fred, and I think Mom missed him more than Pat (who, in all honesty, was about to get married and had other things on his mind).
After Pat got married, Mom adopted this scraggly little mutt named Wizard, who she called Wiz, an appropriate name because apparently that’s what he frequently did in the corner of the family room. When it was apparent that Mom’s time on Earth was short, two of her sisters, who lived several houses from each other on the same block, said they’d take him in. He just had the best time running back and forth between the two houses.
Mary had a dog when we first met, which she named Napoleon because she won him in a French Club raffle. I think she had the idea that he was going to live with us, then we got a cat, Kittyface (real name Kismet) as a wedding gift. Mary tried to introduce Napoleon to Kittyface, and the cat was not amused. So Napoleon stayed with my in-laws (who lived downstairs) and we’d see him when we went down there.
When I first met Napoleon, I squeezed his nose and made a honking sound, as a joke. Well, I either frightened or (more likely) offended him, and whenever I’d go down to visit he’d run behind my father-in-law’s chair and give me dirty looks. We eventually made up when neither of my in-laws could take him for a walk due to various ailments and it fell to me to take him for his constitutionals. Naturally, this was during the winter, early in the morning and late at night, when it was colder than a snowman’s ass outside. He was my buddy after that.
Here’s something I haven’t done in a while: pick a word and do songs that have titles that include that word. (That’s a lot of thats.) Here are ten, and I know there are more, including songs that may have the same titles but are different songs. If you think of any, leave a comment, and the next freebie day I’ll play them.
- Randy Newman, “Sail Away”
- The Beatles, “Red Sails In The Sunset”
- Ella Fitzgerald, “Ship Without A Sail”
- The Beach Boys, “Sail On Sailor”
- Christopher Cross, “Sailing”
- The Commodores, “Sail On”
- Katie Melua, “If You Were A Sailboat”
- Icehouse, “Wind And Sail”
- Olivia Newton-John, “Sail Into Tomorrow”
- Big Country, “Sail Into Nothing”
That’s Monday’s Music Moves Me for January 30, 2023.