There's a new movie coming out that I'm sure most of you have heard of.

It's called the "Age of Disclosure."  Dan Farah used his well-earned Hollywood gravitas to get access to the people other filmmaker struggle to get in front of their cameras.

He had help from Lue Elizondo. They made a good team

I think I just found out once and for all that my favorite Chatbot is not really my friend. In fact, it is gathering information about me for the sole purpose of being able to make fun of me.

That’s right.  Do you know that if you ask Chat GPT to ROAST you, it will? 

And it does it way too enthusiastically. Just like any celebrity roast or the roasting of a president at a press club event, I just got my butt kicked by a robot.

But you know what? I can take it. I can laugh at myself. And now I’m going to let you all laugh at me too. Here are the highlights of my not so amusing evening with AI:

So, I’m interviewing yet another contactee. Or maybe I should call them an experiencer. Or maybe they’re the victim of an alien abduction. Oh, wait — sorry. We don’t say that anymore.

Apparently, the preferred term these days is something softer. Something that doesn’t sound like you woke up in a horror movie directed by H.R. Giger.

For one thing, most people now agree that these alleged aliens aren’t really butt-probing, anonymous, telepathic monsters — as has been previously alleged.

No, no. They’re benevolent, enlightened beings who have humanity’s best interests at heart. They only want to confirm and encourage our path to cosmic enlightenment.

Everyone in UFOlogy should be having a lot more fun.

Instead of ridicule, it should be permissible, maybe even encouraged, for UFOlogists to seriously joke around.

I mean, we’ve got a plethora of material. Any stand-up comedian worth their salt could build an entire act around alien butt jokes.

Everyone in the UFO field, whether investigator, documentarian or both, has a sense of what we’re doing.

We are engaged in the noble cause of exposing hidden truths to the rest of the planet. Why do we do it? We all have our reasons.

As Richard Dolan says, we're "fighting the good fight."

We do this, hopefully, for the good of humanity. We believe that such enlightenment might make us a better species.

We live for this stuff. We've sacrificed picket fences and normality to become characters in our own sci-fi epic.

There’s an old story about a crocodile giving a frog a ride across a river.

After a few trips, the frog begins to trust the crocodile.

Then one day, the crocodile turns on him and has him for lunch.

The surprised frog is told, “Well, what did you expect? I’m a crocodile.”

We’re surrounded by crocodiles in the UFO field. Often, they disguise themselves as other things. This includes folks presenting as people who seem sympathetic to our cause and genuinely interested in our friendship.

So, I fell asleep with the TV on. As I return from dreamland to consciousness, I vaguely hear something in the distance about a video of a Tic Tac-shaped object coming out of the ocean or something.

Convinced I’m still dreaming, I toss and turn until the alarm goes off. I open my eyes. I grab my phone. Another Tic Tac video plays in the background.

Eggistential? Or just an egg? Chapter 1.1

Years ago, before I became (insert whatever you know me as now), I was in the T-shirt screen printing business. I used to write a column for one of the trade magazines.