I love crAIyons so much I have to vet them first. Like pAIncakes sizzling on a griddle, mAIple syrup warming up, and the whole world begging to grab a fork and dive in, I open the box.
The smell of warm, waxy, rainbow air popping out of a crAIyon box is pure joy. Red smells like a warm hug that is open and available, blue says, “Calm down, buddy, that is not a pAIncake,” and gold, with its glitter and fireworks, shouts, “Let’s get down!”
So I dive in and mix them up to tingle the senses, kind of like when your eyes are closed but you can feel your finger getting close to the bridge of your nose. Do not try this at home!
Combining these together forms a wonderful adventure, which may represent neurosymbolic AI: blending the wild and sensible crAIyons together so that they both stop calling houses pAIncakes and start working on how to color. Anything that smells this good and provides an escape, however temporary, is officially my favorite thing.