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Maryjane retweeted
ChatGPT is still winning the AI race. But the gap is no longer untouchable.
Three years ago, most people barely knew what Claude or Gemini were. Today, both are attracting billions of monthly website visits, while Claude has crossed the 1 billion monthly visit milestone.
Gemini is becoming a serious competitor, Claude is gaining ground with developers and businesses, and ChatGPT is facing something it hasn’t experienced at this scale before: genuine competition.
But here’s what makes this interesting.
The next phase of the AI race won’t be decided by who attracts the most visitors. It will be decided by who builds the most useful AI, earns user trust, delivers better results and becomes part of everyday life.
ChatGPT has the lead. Google has distribution. Anthropic has momentum.
By the end of 2027, will ChatGPT still be the undisputed leader, or will someone finally take its crown?
Maryjane retweeted
Vision had the perfect body. Thanos had every stone. Both still lost.
Wanda showed up with the one thing people keep telling women to get over.
Turns out grief doesn’t need a gauntlet.
Vision carried the unbreakable and the infinite in one body.
The metal that swallows every blow.
The stone that unwrites every law.
When Thanos closed his fist, neither answered.
All that geometry turned to dust.
Wanda needed neither.
Only the grief that refused to stay quiet, and the chaos that never asked for permission.
The stones demand a hand that dares to use them.
Chaos arrives already rewriting the room.
One man held the universe in a glove and still called fire from the sky just to breathe and escape her.
One mind held a god-stone in its forehead and still felt the fingers enter.
Power is not what you wear.
Power is what’s left when the armor falls and the skin begins to bleed.
What broke you more —
the moment the universe’s highest technology failed,
or the moment a woman’s agony proved it never needed any of it?
Maryjane retweeted
I thought the happiest day of my life would be the day my first child was born. Instead, I discovered that my wife had made plans for our family without ever including me.
My wife had been in labour for several hours when she suddenly grabbed my wrist.
Wife: “I need you to do something for me.”
Me: “Anything. What do you need?”
She reached for her handbag, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to me.
Wife: “Call this number. Tell him the baby is coming.”
I looked at the number, then at her.
Me: “Who am I calling?”
Wife: “Please, just do it. I’ll explain when he gets here.”
I assumed it was a relative or someone from her workplace. I stepped into the corridor and dialled.
Man: “Hello?”
Me: “Good evening. I’m calling on behalf of my wife. She’s at the hospital, and she asked me to contact you.”
There was a pause.
Man: “Is she in labour?”
Me: “Yes. Who exactly am I speaking to?”
Man: “I’m on my way.”
He hung up.
About forty minutes later, a man walked into the maternity ward carrying a small hospital bag. He barely acknowledged me before asking the nurse where my wife was.
When he entered the room, my wife started crying.
Wife: “You came.”
Man: “I promised I would.”
He held her hand and kissed her forehead.
I stood near the doorway, completely lost.
Me: “I’m sorry, but who are you?”
He looked at me.
Man: “I’m Daniel.”
Me: “I didn’t ask for your name. I asked why you’re here.”
Before he could respond, my wife interrupted.
Wife: “Please don’t do this here. The baby is almost here.”
I couldn’t believe she was asking me to remain calm while a stranger behaved like he belonged beside her.
A nurse eventually asked everyone except the medical team to wait outside.
Daniel walked out with me.
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then he looked at me and said something I wasn’t prepared for.
Maryjane retweeted
Trump spent months selling the midterms the way a studio sells a sequel, as if the star were the reason to show up. When the numbers moved the other way, the line became “I wasn’t on the ballot.” Both statements are technically true, his brand organized the candidates anyway.
Maryjane retweeted
PART 1
Church Elder: Pastor, I didn't think I'd see you here this late. We need to go over some financial discrepancies before Sunday's service.
Senior Pastor: If this concerns the building fund, I already explained those expenses to the finance committee. I'm not going to justify every decision I make again.
Secretary: Pastor, maybe you should let him finish. He's not the only one raising concerns now.
Senior Pastor: Excuse me? Since when did you start involving yourself in matters that don't concern you?
Church Elder: She's the reason I came. Three days ago, she contacted me and said she had documents I needed to review.
Senior Pastor: You did what?
Secretary: I tried to talk with you privately, but you told me to stop worrying about things beyond my position.
Senior Pastor: Because that's what you should be doing. You're my secretary, not an investigator.
Church Elder: Then explain why £42,000 vanished from the church's building account over eighteen months.
Senior Pastor: The money went toward ministry expenses. We have projects underway that the congregation doesn't even know about yet.
Secretary: That's not true. Some of those transfers went to accounts held by your relatives.
Senior Pastor: Watch yourself. You're making serious accusations against the man who gave you a job when no one else would.
Secretary: And I was thankful for that. That’s why I stayed silent when I first realized what was going on.
Church Elder: What else did you find out?
Secretary: Three women were getting routine payments from church accounts. One had been presented to the congregation as a missionary. Another was said to be receiving financial support.
Senior Pastor: Those women needed assistance. Since when is showing compassion a crime
Maryjane retweeted
Just a pilot trying to get home for New Year’s.
Half empty flight, bad weather, airline tells him to push through anyway.
Then lightning hits.
The instruments die.
And he has to put a commercial jet down on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
Turns out “nowhere” is a rebel controlled island where foreigners get taken for ransom.
Gerard Butler is the captain who refuses to leave anyone behind.
Mike Colter is the handcuffed murderer who suddenly becomes the only one who knows how to fight.
Survive together or die alone,
The crash was only the beginning.
Maryjane retweeted
Tonight, the American people sent a clear message — they want a politics that brings people together rather than divides them, and leaders who offer concrete solutions to the challenges they face.
These results were only possible because outstanding candidates stepped forward in every region of the country — including in areas once considered long shots. They came from different backgrounds and represented a range of political perspectives, but were united by shared values, a belief in public service, and a commitment to putting the people of their districts and states first.
Maryjane retweeted
A gleefully raunchy spy spoof that works because it commits: sharp action, relentless insults, and an underestimated heroine who proves everyone wrong. Jason Statham steals scenes. It runs a bit long, but it's consistently funny and surprisingly heartfelt.
Maryjane retweeted
My Friend Tested My Boyfriend’s Loyalty, and His Response Broke Me.
Me: I honestly don’t know what’s worse: my friend testing my boyfriend’s loyalty or my boyfriend actually falling for her bait.
Friend: What happened? Did he really respond to her?
Me: Yes. And that’s what hurts the most. I told my friend there was no need to test his loyalty because I trusted him, but she kept insisting that I should know the kind of man I was dating. Eventually, she went ahead and tested him without my approval.
Friend: How did she approach him?
Me: She sent him a private message on a social media app where people can post whatever is on their minds and connect with strangers for conversations or calls.
Friend: Did she use her real account?
Me: No. She didn’t use her actual profile, so he had no idea he was talking to my friend. As far as he knew, she was just another woman he had met online.
Friend: What exactly did she say to him?
Me: She started with something like,
Hey, do you want to talk, or are you just h**ny?
Friend: And what did he say?
Me: He replied, A bit of both, sweetie. But we can do whatever you want.
Friend: Wait, he actually called her sweetie?
Me: Yes. And it didn’t stop there. He eventually asked her to send him a picture of herself.
Friend: So he was willing to entertain another woman and even wanted to see what she looked like?
Me: Exactly. I feel sick just thinking about it. I never imagined he would respond that way, especially considering the kind of relationship we’ve built.
Maryjane retweeted
My wife announced she was pregnant during Sunday dinner, and everyone at the table celebrated except me.
Not because I didn’t want children, but because I couldn’t understand how it had happened.
We hadn’t been intimate in almost seven months.
Our marriage hadn’t been particularly happy recently. We weren’t constantly arguing, but we’d become more like roommates than husband and wife. She spent most evenings on her phone, and I had stopped asking why she always seemed distant.
Then she walked into the dining room holding a small white envelope.
Wife: “I have something to show you.”
She handed me a pregnancy test.
Two lines.
I stared at it, then looked at her.
Me: “Are you serious?”
Wife: “I’m pregnant!”
My mother-in-law immediately started screaming with excitement. My wife hugged her, and everyone began discussing baby names.
I couldn’t bring myself to celebrate.
When we finally got home, I asked her to explain.
Me: “When did this happen?”
Wife: “What do you mean?”
Me: “You know exactly what I mean. We haven’t been together in months.”
Her expression changed.
Maryjane retweeted
Trump once wondered why the party that wins the White House so often gets punished in the midterms.
The explanation is less straightforward than it may seem.
A presidential victory gives a party control, but it also puts nearly every part of the country’s direction under that party’s name. Voters may credit or blame it for what they see and feel.
Even if the economy is getting better, people can still be squeezed by grocery bills, rent, healthcare costs and other routine expenses.
At the same time, the opposition gets two years to organize, rally unhappy voters and frame the midterms as a judgment on the president.
And honestly, some people who voted for the winning candidate in November just don’t show up with the same energy two years later.
History makes clear how hard it is for a president’s party to hold on to its strength in Congress.
Winning the White House is one fight. Keeping voters’ trust afterward is another challenge entirely.