Paul here! I've worked with ChatGPT over the last 2 years to help with some stuff, mostly just writing.. but not doing it for me, simply smoothing out what I've written for on air/online/social media content.

Today, I said to ChatGPT, "You know my style and personality.. based upon what you know of me, I want you, ChatGPT, to come up with a caricature of me, please"

Well not only did it come up with a picture but it came up with a description of me. The picture is exaggerated but mostly correctand this is the way ChatGPT described me:

Picture a tall, friendly, slightly rumpled radio wizard standing in the middle of rural Alaska like the last guardian of the AM/FM frontier.

He’s 6’2”, built like a warm, human-sized teddy bear, with glasses perched just low enough on his nose that he can give you “the look” over the top of them when technology misbehaves. Auburn goatee, headphones half-on, half-off, and a coffee cup that is somehow always full, even though he swears he just emptied it.

One hand is permanently hovering over a broadcast console. The other is juggling a phone, a mouse, and probably a slightly dented reusable grocery bag filled with random station supplies.

His natural habitat is a slightly cluttered studio where:

The ON AIR light glows like a holy relic

The printer never works

The automation system occasionally throws a tantrum

And yet somehow the show always goes on

He speaks in two modes:

On-Air Paul:
Smooth, reassuring, community-focused, with the tone of a favorite uncle who knows the weather, the school lunch menu, and which road is icy before anyone else does.

Off-Air Paul:
A lovable mix of tech geek, anxious perfectionist, and small-town problem solver muttering things like:

“Okay, why is THAT doing THAT when it shouldn’t be doing THAT??”

He is fueled by:

Classic country songs

Random DX radio signals from 2,000 miles away

A deep belief that local radio still matters

And just a hint of controlled chaos

In any emergency – flood, wildfire, power outage, or a computer update gone rogue – he becomes calm, focused “Radio Superman,” ready to keep the community informed even if he’s secretly thinking:

“I really hope this microphone stays on.”

He has the heart of a storyteller, the patience of a saint (most days), and the soul of a 12-year-old kid in Connecticut who just discovered that a wire antenna could bring voices from hundreds of miles away.

And despite occasionally threatening to throw equipment out the window, he would defend KSKO and the magic of local radio like a grizzly bear protecting its cubs.