Fingers are crossed that yesterday was the performative end of the Mark Trail and the AI conference story. I named it “AI, AI, Oh!” (a terrible pun, itself!), which you can see at the bottom of each post. Heck, maybe I should start naming these stories using the format “Mark Trail and the ###” the way old adventure stories were often titled. That would give it a bit of the old tradition, which Trailheads like, right? Yeah, it won’t change the strip, itself. But have you seen the Vintage Mark Trail strips on Comics Kingdom, featuring Ed Dodd’s work in the 1970s? Hoo-boy.  At least we can all agree that the characters look like normal people and the scenery doesn’t look like it came from a high school play.

This past week saw the highlight (such as it was) and conclusion of this “Going Green with AI” panel talk, where very little substance was actually imparted to a pro-AI audience. As with the prior week, the content focused primarily on Cricket Bro and Crypto Bro throwing out snarky comments at Mark. To his credit, Mark did try to counter with a few focused comments on AI and the environment, but artist Jules Rivera seemed more interested in a Jerry Springer-style show.

In the end, there just wasn’t much substance, which was a lost opportunity for education. I guess Mark’s nature teaching is still relegated to Sundays. Like right now.

Okay. Bobcats are all over the Lower 48. They eat small animals. Everybody should build a barn for their pets, along with a fence. Got it. Another good thing to know: They don’t normally attack humans, unless they feel threatened (which seems to be the standard criterion of most wild animals).

Nevertheless, trying to pick up a cute, young bobcat (and they are cute) is liable to result in serious harm to the human foolish enough to try it. One reason is that a mother bobcat can cause serious damage. And they can carry rabies. We’ve already seen enough examples of reckless human behavior occurring in national parks with tourists who think Yogi Bear is real or that the bison are just big, laid back fur coats with legs. They are called wild animals for a reason, as all Trailhead readers know.