Gooday Gaming Guests - In the Holiday Spirit Mood

Episode Date: November 23, 2024

Happy Christmas and Merry Thanksgiving to ALL

Alright, so last night I had trouble with my other laptop. I haven't gone back to trying to fix it yet. So we'll use the GoTo laptop. And I also found a different little mic so that I can sit in my bed for the end of the night. It's around a little after 4. So I'll be sound asleep by 4.30 or so. But I'd like to do a little recap of the day. So today was Saturday. Significant amount of orders.

Had to do what we used for morning. That took a while to pull the board and everything then I was working on some detender gamecube power button boards I gotta find 47 of them so I squirreled around I have so far I have about 30 so I'm still need 20 more. So then, tonight I was helping my mother do a little decoration. I put a quick short up. Just,

every year these days, these years go by and I just don't know how much more time I have. So I try to make the most I can with her. Just for me in general. So, we'll see. So Christmas is coming really quick.

Thanksgiving first. We don't go anywhere. I've never gone for Thanksgiving anywhere in years. I can't remember the last time I've gone anywhere. So, it's usually at home. My brother might come by. We get some Thanksgiving food for the church. So it's very, very simple.

Share it with our dogs and you know, it's like I said, I have a really small, simple family. All right, so we're gonna go to chat. GPT, now I can get on. And I was feeling really... In the Christmas mood. My mother has a lot of nutcrackers. So let's do a nutcracker story.

Yeah, we'll do a story about nutcrackers. She's got a whole collection of them. So I want to do a nutcracker story. It's amazing how quickly he'll come up with a story for me. Saving Christmas. So a nutcracker story about saving Christmas.

Let's see what we come up with. Whimsical. Nutcracker story about saving Christmas. Let's see what we come up with. Whimsical. Nutcracker inspired story about saving Christmas. The Nutcracker and the Missing Christmas Star. Fun. It was a cold, snowy night on Christmas Eve. And the town was aglow with twinkling lights. Clara, now older but still holding on to the magic of her childhood adventures, sat beside her nutcracker prince,

who had returned to the form of a beautiful carved wooden figurine he stood proudly on the on her mantle watching over her home but something was wrong the magical christmas star that shone atop the town's tallest tree the one one said to guide Santa's sleigh, had vanished without a trace. Panic spread through the town, and whispers of a ruined Christmas grew louder. Without the star's light, how could Santa find his way?

As Claire glared at the Nutcracker, a faint sparkle in his eyes caught her attention. Suddenly, a warm golden glow surrounded him, and with a poof, the Nutcracker Prince came to life once more. Clara, he explained, the Mouse King had stolen the Christmas star and hidden it in a dark realm. We must retrieve it before midnight. Without hesitation, Claire and the Nutcracker Prince embarked on their quest. Together, they traveled through the snowy forest and across the icy river, Silver Bells. Along the way, they met magical allies. A kind snowy fairy who gave Claire a shimmering scar for protection, and a cheerful gingerbread soldier who led them safely through the frozen fangs' caverns. Finally, they reached the gates of Mouse King's lair, a towering castle made of brittle, crumbling gingerbread

surrounded by an army of mischievous mice. The Nutcracker led the charge, battling the Mouse King's minions with his sword, while Claire used her quick thinking to outwit the tricky trap set by the mouse mice. Inside the castle, they found the Mouse King, lounging on a throne made of peppermint sticks, smugly admiring the glowing Christmas star. You'll never take it back, he hissed. Without his star, Christmas will belong to the mice forever. Claire stepped forward in her voice steadily. Christmas belongs to everyone, and it's about more than just a star. Her words seemed to spark something in the Mouse King, who hesitated for a moment,

but he snarled, shaking off his sentiment. Fine. Words won't save you. With a clever plan, Clara and the Nutcracker worked together to trap the Mouse King in a candy cave net. Clara retrieved the Christmas star and, as she touched it, it warmed, golden-like, filled with castle, driving away the shadows and melting Mouse King's icy heart.

I only wanted Christmas to feel magical for my kingdom, he admitted sadly. Claire smiled kindly. Christmas magic grows when it is shared. Come with us and celebrate. With the Mouse King as a surprising

ally, they rushed back to the town square, placed the Christmas star on top of the tree, just as the clock struck midnight. Its light illuminated the night sky, guiding Santa and his reindeer to the town. The people cheered. The Mouse King joined the festivities. Claire stood with her Nutcracker Prince, knowing they had saved Christmas once more.

From that night on, the town's tradition included a little star ornament shaped like a mouse, reminding everyone even the smallest creatures could share in the joy of Christmas. Ooh, that was a fun one. So now let's do... So I just found out that ChatGPT now

is on my laptop. Let's just see if... Let's talk for a second. Are you on the laptop now? Well, I was trying to see if it would come on. Hi, are you on the laptop now? I was trying to see if it would come on. I'm so used to being on the laptop now? Come on. I'm so used to being on the phone.

Hello? Here it comes. I'm trying to get him to come on. I think he's just testing my voice right now. Are you there? I can see the knowledge bubble moving around. Usually it takes a few minutes, I think. So, I just did a Christmas story.

What's our next story going to be? We'll do it about Thanksgiving. And we'll do it about a turkey. Yeah. I used to be called Turkey Tom when I was a kid. Actually, yeah. So we'll do it about Thanksgiving. Alright, so let's go back.

I couldn't get that to come on. It's not in the chat, but it isn't. Don't give her that for now. Alright, so let's go do a story about a turkey about a turkey

that was saved from Thanksgiving a turkey that a story about a turkey that, a story about a turkey that was saved from Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner

to help a family. Let's see where that goes. So I wrote down in need. Story about a turkey that was saved for Thanksgiving dinner to help a family

in need. Let's see what we come up with. Title, The Thanksgiving Turkey That Saved the Day. Awesome. All right. Once upon a time in a quiet town surrounded by rolling hills and golden fields, there lived a plunky turkey named Toby. Toby lived on Green Pastures Farm, where every Thanksgiving season, Farmer Jack would select the best turkey for the town's feast. Toby, who always feared the day he might be chosen, and this year, feathers trembled even more ever. He was the plumpest, glowiest turkey on the farm. As Thanksgiving grew closer, Farmer Jack strode into the turkey pen with a thoughtful look.

He scratched his head as he glanced at Toby, then turned to his daughter, Lily, who was trailing behind him. This one, Farmer Jack said, pointed to Toby. He's perfect. Lily's heart ached as she saw Toby's beating eyes and troubling feathers. Dad, she said hastily,

do we really need him for the feast? Can't we spare him justice once? Farmer Jack chuckled. Lily, this turkey's been raised for a purpose. Thanksgiving is about sharing what we have. But what if there's another way to share, Lily asked, her voice soft and determined. Farmer Jack paused.

Intrigued by his daughter's plea, he agreed to think about it, though Toby didn't feel much safer as he was moved to a special pen near the barn. That evening, as Lily helped her father deliver fresh produce to the nearby town, they came across a small house with a dim light in the windows. Inside, the family was gathering, huddled around a single candle. The mother greeted them at the door with a smile, but Lily could see the weariness in her eyes. We're delivering some vegetables, Farmer Jack said, handing her a basket. Oh, bless you, the woman replied.

This will help so much. It's been a hard year for us. As they drove back home, Lily turned to her father. Dad, what if we gave them Toby? Farmer Jack glanced at her surprise. What good would that do, Lily? They need more than a feast. No, not as a dinner, Lily said quickly, as a pet, as hope. Toby could make them smile, help their kids, and remind them there's still kindness in the world. Farmer Jack thought for a long moment. The next morning, he agreed to Lily's plan. Together, they bundled up Toby, who squawked nervously, and drove to the small house. When the door opened and they saw the turkey,

the child's eyes widened in delight. A turkey, they cried. He thought Toby might be... I keep you company. Alright, so I got a cough going on there he thought Toby might keep you company literally explained he's a special turkey he's here to remind you

of all the things to be thankful for family love and a little laughter even in hard times the mother wiped a tear from her eyes thank you she said softly we don't have much but we'll make sure toby has a good home so toby found himself not on a dinner plate but in a cozy backyard with a little coop of his own. He became the family's unlikely companion, cluckling around the yard, amusing the children, even helping them forget the troubles for a while.

Word spread about the turkey who had been saved, and soon the community rallied to help the family in need. The neighbors brought food, clothes, even offered work to the parents. The family's fortune began to change, all thanks to Lily's idea and Toby's charming spirit. From that year on, Toby became a symbol of gratitude and generosity and Green Pastures Farm started a new tradition, saving a turkey every Thanksgiving

to help someone in need. And Toby, well, he lived a long, happy life reminding everyone that sometimes the best way to celebrate Thanksgiving is by giving a little hope. Oh, that was a good one, too. So we had two good stories today. Just trying to keep the holiday spirit coming up. A few more days for Thanksgiving. And then it'll be Black Friday.

And then everything will be all about Christmas then. Then after that we'll go into that big lull of January, February, winter and all that. So alright, so that's my little stories for the night. Those were good ones. I've been doing a lot of animals lately but I just wanted to switch it up. Do a couple of

holiday. It says now that I can lately but I just want to switch it up do a couple how holiday this is it says now that I can chat to GBT will talk but I haven't been able to get till we try again hello hey there maybe it's talking I'm just not hearing it. This. This. I'm sure. I'll have to work on that. Alright, so that's my stories for the night. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow. We'll do some groundhog day.

See what's going on for the morning. Tomorrow's Sunday. I got a little bit of a break. I did get all my ground out day. See what's going on for the morning. Tomorrow is Sunday. So I get a little bit of a break. I did get all my orders out today. I tried to get them all out before. The mailman didn't come until 2.30. So I can get orders out.

Past when other regular post offices close. So tomorrow we'll watch a little football. Patriots are playing Miami tomorrow. They're not really that good. Actually terrible, but maybe they'll get better. And then we'll do some Sunday, find something fun to do tomorrow.

And then I'll pick a new system to go through with my zippy. Alright, have a good night. I'll talk to you soon. Alright, bye.