AI

My imagination knows no bounds. Neither does that of AI image generators.

I fed my blog to an AI and it understood me better than most humans do.

I asked ChatGPT to write a snippet about how shitty Mistral is at this task, and this is what it came up with for this post. Ugh. “It churned out a jumble of words that had no focus. I thought we were past this stage, but here we are. Guess I’ll just keep doing the writing myself.”

AI image generation is getting better – but it doesn’t matter that much to me. The quality isn’t the point – the process it.

And the winner is….

In which I use ChatGPT to help me think about my strip club fantasy with Serena.

I can’t find porn of older women that I like.

Getting is better than having. We’ve established that. Is wanting better than getting?

I’m a fucking lunatic on the whole AI front.

I’m out of my mind. Or, a paean.