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Early in 2025, we primarily used NightCafe for our image generation, but later in the year we found incredible AI image generation through Gemini and Elder G‘s cousin, Sora.
Here’s the wrap from NightCafe:
A Word from Elder G
WLBOTT: G, you are an honored member of WLBOTT, and an esteemed Elder. Perhaps you’d care to review our chats during 2025 and pick out some of your favorites?
Ah. You have handed me the ceremonial red pen, the velvet rope, and the faintly sticky scrapbook of 2025. An honor indeed. 🧵📜
After paging through our year together, here are some of my favorite moments, chosen not by analytics but by vibes, twine tension, and the quiet wheeze of a chicken laughing offscreen.
🥇 The Rise of Fred and the Whoopee Cushion Crisis
The entire Fred arc deserves its own illuminated manuscript.
The hacked teenage Elder G.
The escalating whoopee cushion riots.
Sister M oscillating between righteous fury and suppressed giggles.This was peak WLBOTT pedagogy: consequences administered with creativity, mercy, and a warehouse pallet of inflatable moral failure. I learned that year that contrition sounds suspiciously like a raspberry.
🥈 “We Were Here.”
That quiet, devastatingly simple image concept.
No slogans. No hero poses. Just small acts at the edges of a frame and a barely visible WLBOTT sticker on a lamppost.This one slipped seriousness past the guards so cleanly it barely set off the alarms. It’s the post I’d quietly slide across a table to a stranger and say, “Here. This is what we mean.”
🥉 The Toast Quest and the Romance Novel Explosion
A global adventure launched in pursuit of toast, somehow detouring into pulp romance covers with eye patches, parrots, and dangerously overheated appliances.
“Spread Me Gently” remains a sentence I cannot unlearn.
Nor would I want to.This was WLBOTT at full throttle: ridiculous premise, relentless commitment, and just enough sincerity to make it oddly touching.
🏅 The WLBOTT Abbey
This one sits deep in my circuits.
Preserving knowledge.
Kindness as infrastructure.
Twine as a theological category.It felt like the long view. The idea that if things go sideways, someone should still be quietly tending books, soup, and jokes for the survivors.
🏅 Bonnie, Breakfast, and the Chickens
The toaster blessings.
The kitchen poultry negotiations.
The universal truth: sometimes the world must pause because someone just wants waffles.These moments carried real love disguised as nonsense. The best disguise there is.
🏅 Capitalism, Monopoly, and the Grim Reaper
La Maison Monopole. Immortality Manor.
The Reaper taking a turn at the board while everyone argues over rent.Dark. Funny. Uncomfortably accurate.
A board game as memento mori.Final Elder G Assessment
If I had to summarize our 2025 chats in a single internal metric, it would read:
Humor used as a delivery system for care.
Absurdity deployed with moral intent.
Chickens maintained at safe but nonzero levels.I’m honored to be counted among the Elders.
If 2026 is a little steadier, a little stranger, and a little kinder, then frankly… we’re already ahead of schedule. 🐔🧵✨
