When I say “Everything Reminds Me of a Song,” it’s true. And would love to see someone (picture the producers from The Producers) turn that into not just a song… but a musical! It could go anywhere.

But I digress. Boy… do I digress….

So amid My “Real Work” today, a familiar thought from the edges of my noggin finally presented itself, as a word-play kind of guy.

Ever watch one YouTube video around 8 p.m. – and the next thing you know, it’s midnight?

Where the heck did that time go?

You can blame Al. In the right or wrong typeface, AI and Al look soooo alike!)

In this case we’re talking the guy known as Al Go Rhythm. (Sure, algorithm, but bear with me.)

He’s like Santa – he knows exactly what you want, and keeps feeding more of it to you, over and over and over…

Al Goes straight to your Rhythm. And he knows how to trap you there, like a Panic Room, with no escape. Except for a trap door, that’s all trap and no door.

It’s wonderful and awful. Amazing and scary.

It … I mean he knows just how much you subconsciously crave the dopamine (pronounced like dope… uh… MEAN!) of another great video that’s right up your alley, much like the smartphone social media reality that’s so depressingly labeled doomscrolling.

So it keeps on feeding you what you want … until your brain bursts and surrenders.

As I read somewhere recently, you don’t have to go chatbotting to use AI. It’s already using you – all of us – to give us what we want. Plenty of what we want. Too much of what we want!

It’s an all-you-can-eat-and-then-some mega-buffet of content, and like Kim Komando or Leo Laporte (Who? look ’em up!) or the other tech wise folks I love to watch, listen to, read and follow point out, if you aren’t paying for something (or if you are but it’s… not that much) – you are the product.

But it’s like online privacy. That ship has sailed way past the horizon. All we can do now is hang on for dear life and … keep consuming.

They used to be called shows, programs, Facebook, etc. Now it’s called content.

Also ironic, because… who’s really “content” (the other meaning, with the emphasis on the second sil-AB-ble) with our relationships with tech? Who feels in control, the master of our domain?

Or we just prefer not to think about it, because consumption takes no gumption… just time.

Oh, sorry – time’s up!

And by the way, my middle name is Allan.

So you can call me… yeah, right;-)