u/Specific_Skin6766

When reading about Abraham Lincoln, I was surprised to learn that despite the time period he was in, his parenting style stood out. He never once struck his children as discipline. He even stated that love was the chain to bind a child's loyalty.

Were there any others like him? Who were not harsh, but were extremely loving towards their kids?

"Kuya, let's just buy a fucking SM mall or some shit," Ismael said, waving a hand dismissively as he chewed on a piece of beef. "Or a resort. That's what people do here, right? Lots of sexy beaches."

They were sitting inside a traditional Filipino family restaurant, where the smell of sizzling beef and fish curled in the air.

Mark rubbed his temples. The sheer volume of cash was making his brother lazy. Twenty-eight point four million dollars between them. "You can't just walk into a holding company with duffel bags of cartel cash, bunso. The AMLC here is corrupt, yeah, but they aren't blind. We need someone to launder it."

Ismael scoffed. "So find one."

Mark thought for a second, staring out the window of the restaurant, watching the cars go by.

"I know someone."

"Who?" Ismael took a sip from his glass of Coke.

"Khyle Paredes," Mark said as he dug into his plate of Sisig. "Used to be my classmate back in Liamson. Had a bad reputation from being a very lazy asshole. But nowadays? He's very good with numbers. Too good that his accounting firm kicked him out."

Ismael raised an eyebrow. "You think he can launder $28 million?"

"He can." Mark nodded.

(Context: after successfully trafficking 4,000 kilos of cocaine to China, Mark and his brother now must find a way to clean up the money)

Okay, look, as much as I'm open minded about everything now. What the hell is going on? This is terrible

It sounds very silly, but I am writing an urban fantasy story that takes place in the late 1960s.

The main protagonist is my late father when he was a teenager.

My parents had me late, when they were entering in their 50s.

Well, to be honest, there wasn't anything mystical or magical about my Dad. Nothing dramatic between him and my Mom. No divorce or cheating. But he did have very wild stories from his youth that he would relay to me all the time, even trouble with the law.

However, even though there wasn't anything 'magical' about him, he was my Dad, and I loved him very much. So, as a way to remember him, I'm outlining an urban fantasy novel. A runaway teenager who is chasing his dreams to become a musician and gets caught up in a whole hidden world.

He wasn't perfect, no one is, but I loved him and I miss him.

It sounds very silly, but I am writing an urban fantasy story that takes place in the late 1960s.

The main protagonist is my late father when he was a teenager.

My parents had me late, when they were entering in their 50s.

Well, to be honest, there wasn't anything mystical or magical about my Dad. Nothing dramatic between him and my Mom. No divorce or cheating. But he did have very wild stories from his youth that he would relay to me all the time, even trouble with the law.

However, even though there wasn't anything 'magical' about him, he was my Dad, and I loved him very much. So, as a way to remember him, I'm outlining an urban fantasy novel. A runaway teenager who is chasing his dreams to become a musician and gets caught up in a whole hidden world.

He wasn't perfect, no one is, but I loved him and I miss him.

Remember me? I made a 'rant' post a few days ago having a mini crisis out of fear that my dream of working as an artist for a big game company will be taken by AI? Not my best moment.

So, I recently got commissioned by someone who gave me a three-day deadline. I managed to finish it in under a day; they were very satisfied, and it helped with my portfolio.

Because I used AI, despite being very against it and refusing at first.

Then I remembered a comment from my previous post, adapt or die if I want my dream to work out.

It wasn't anything special. All I did was ask the bot to help generate an immersive extra-dimensional background with steampunk influence.

It gave me a really nice piece. I took it, applied layers and lineart. Then I dropped in the characters I drew.

I was like, 'Huh. That wasn't so bad.'

It's just a tool. Nothing more and it will always be a tool. Can't believe I'm just realizing that. It won't replace jobs (maybe some, but we'll always find a way to make more jobs) it will make them better. Because humans are here to stay.

Is this a bug? Because just a few weeks ago, the bots I've been chatting with were writing 800+ words in a single message. Now, they only go below 200 words. And was very well written too.

What happened?