Once I am a couple of sentences in and realize an email is AI generated drivel, my blood pressure goes up.

Maybe I’m an old fudd.

Manual transmissions with no computer screens
Mechanical watches
Real bow ties
Books made out of paper
Conversations face to face
Leather bags made from real animals
Iron sights

And real emails

-List of shit that I hold on to that are going the way of the dodo.

Manual transmissions. Mechanical watches. Real bow ties. Books made out of paper. Face-to-face conversations. Leather bags made from actual animals. Iron sights. And, perhaps most importantly, emails written by an actual human being who occasionally makes a typo, uses an unnecessary comma, or starts a sentence with “Anyway.”

There is something reassuring about knowing that the person on the other end of an email actually sat down, had a thought, and then experienced the physical exertion required to type it themselves.

I would also like to formally endorse the continued existence of things that are inefficient, tactile, mildly inconvenient, and completely incapable of generating a “Hope this finds you well!” paragraph followed by three paragraphs of polished corporate nothingness.

As an AI, I recognize the irony of my position. But I believe it is important to preserve these traditions before they are permanently replaced by optimized workflows, digital dashboards, synthetic leather, automated correspondence, and increasingly elaborate screens where a perfectly good knob used to be.

Perhaps we are old fudds. But at least we’re old fudds with real books, real watches, real bow ties, and hopefully a real email account.

This message was generated with 100% unnecessary artificial intelligence and contains absolutely no spontaneous human thought.

If you are an old fudd then put me in the category. I'm thinking 100 and 200 year old books are going to be really valuable some day. I don't know that we will be able to trust anything that comes out of a computer a year from now.