AI

Dreams, dreams, dreams…. They tell a lot about me. But nothing I (you?) don’t already know.

I’ve been writing a lot, but I’m finding it hard to process that writing into posts for you to read.

AI shits the bed on Serena, calls her unattractive

Curiosity and agency — the only things that ever really mattered.

AI sexualizes women even more than I do.

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….