The Robot Made Art

“Jenkins, come quick!” Old Man Wilson called.  “The R&D lab has finally done it! They’ve created an AI capable of art.  We no longer need an advertising department.”

Jenkins ran to his boss’ voice and hoped the claim was false.  Jenkins was the advertising department.

“Look at this series of haiku the little scamp put together,” Old Man Wilson handed Jenkins a print out of what the robot created.

Haiku is great for
Anyone who needs stories
To end with fire.

They are wonderful
For all time and occasion
When fire is good.

Fire will cleanse all
Fire will save the planet
Fire fire flame.

“Isn’t it funny?” Old Man Wilson asked, laughing.  “This thing will destroy us all the second we give it a body.”

“That project is coming along nicely, sir,” one of the R&D scientists said gleefully.

“Splendid!  Jenkins, start writing up an ad apologizing for the destruction of society at the hands of pyromaniac robots will you?” With a slap to Jenkins’ shoulder, Old Man Wilson walked away and the robot began printing more haiku.

 

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One Tough Job

Wander the forest.
Lonely days are common place.
Bigfoot will be found.

Workday Haiku

I’m starting to understand the allure of haiku.  It’s kinda like chess.  Easy to learn, impossible to master. The format provides a wonderful template to really get at the heart of an issue.  The issue this time around? Work.

“Fix the spreadsheet, please.”
How did it manage to break?
“Click, drag and delete.”

What’s on tap today?
Meeting in seven minutes.
I need my coffee. Continue reading

Weekend Haiku

Saturday, kids run. 

Monday still so far away. 

Sunday drink coffee.  

Puzzling Haikus


60 piece puzzle

Abandoned and forgotten 

Dad gets to pick up. 
Giant floor puzzle. 

Every piece except one. 

One critical piece. 
Completed puzzle

On the floor. Child running

Slips. Puzzle no more. 
Children must not know

Puzzles I do hate them so. 

Secret to the grave. 
Build it again? Yes. 

All done! Let’s pick it up now. 

Build it again? Fine. 

And now…

And now….haiku (by someone who really does not understand the format).

No, my skull never
Really stood a chance against
The sharp cabinet door.

Octopus swimming,
Floating in my direction
Screaming; I can’t stop.

Ouch! Ouch! Friggin’ ouch!
I am always such a clutz.
Yeah! Hospital trip.

Snowy mountain peak
A sign of winter coming
Where are the yeti? Continue reading