Now I've received this social media consultant's email intended for @anathanwest.bsky.social. Honored and esteemed by the company of writers the rogue AI bot is placing me in.
It happens every month or so: you're going about your afternoon, returning home from errands and pickups, chatting with your kids about their day, thinking about what to make for dinner, and then you check the mail and your mood is utterly ruined by another witless Barry Blitt New Yorker cover.