Oh. Oh no. I guess my day is over, huh? Turn up the sound. Enjoy.
I might be able to match the tone and bouquet… but the pyrotechnic smoke effects? Lighting farts takes more courage than I have. AI claims another talented writer! Woe to the world!
How’s it goin’ y’all? Are you all worried about AI replacing you too? The socials are lit right up with all the world’s self proclaimed authors and artists just worried sick about their future when AI does better work than they do. They’re declaring a holy jihad against AI slop as if human slop is any better.
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My daughter once fancied herself an artist. Her specialty was fantasy fiction illustrations featuring dragons and Avante Garde gay anime. The problem was all the other creepy degenerates in her tribe were doing the exact same dreck. All AI is gonna do is add to the cesspool. The gay artistes are all worried that AI will devalue their work… when their work had no real value or merit to begin with.
I shouldn’t be such a dink. Her creepy skull forked girlfriend had a modicum of real talent… but real artistic talent is not a high commodity item. There’s tons of it around -if you have the coinage. Even at their best the two dykes were hopelessly short of the top talents out there. They have far bigger problems than AI… but whadda I know?
Literature has been similarly pozzed with human slop for at least 20 years. Our current authors all seemed to learn to write in a “workshop”. Everything is derivative, and all they can do is race and gender swap characters and they think that makes their work legitimate. Or they sprinkle in faggotry and feminism and call it a masterpiece. AI can do that easily. By contrast, WL Emery can write a story that goes from boring to insane faster than a jet fighter plane taking off an aircraft carrier catapult. 0 -150 kts in less than 3 seconds. All you can do is hang on and let him fly the plane. This is what is sometimes called, “spark”. AI doesn’t have it. Call it inspiration or talent if you like. And therein lies the flaw of AI. Great art and literature starts with a great question. What if we could create life? Check Frankenstein out. What if we could shrink ourselves down to the size of microorganisms? Inside surgery, maybe, a la The Fantastic Voyage... Great literature is sparked by great questions.
We don’t know what that spark actually is. In humans, we know exactly where in the brain that your visual sense gets processed. Ditto for your sense of touch, smell, hearing. But we have no idea where central processing is or how it works. It's where the brain questions. It questions itself, it questions God, it questions nature. For now, it is pure unadulterated hubris that we can put that in a machine. At best, AI is little more than a mimic or a highly intelligent parrot. So I suppose if you are an uninspired bird brain posing as an author or an artist… then…yeah. Maybe you should be worried about the parrot!
HAR HAR HAR!😆👍
AI is a tool… and if you insist on letting it do your thinking for you… you will regret it. There’s no shortcuts. Wielding a tool is the same as wielding a weapon. You have to know when, and when not to use it. It can get you into very deep trouble if you let your tools do your thinking for you. In the very near future, AI is going to crash airplanes, spacecraft, derail trains and drive cars into crowds. And like guns… people will blame the machine rather than the idiots using it. I’m not ready to abandon smart technologies yet… but I’m getting there. If I do pull the pin, the phone and iPad will go first.
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On a personal note… I’m still around. I have no idea what my intentions are with this blog. I’m getting older and feeling older. I am becoming ever more convinced that violent revolution is in the offing. The stupids are being used by the greedy to make war on the normies and everyone is seeing it now. Pretty much all the institutions are pozzed and in the very near future, if you obey and play by their rules… you’ll be a sucker and will regret it. I don’t think people will be able to run away and hide in the country and go off grid and survive by gardening. As for me…I’m too old and fat to run. I have no real interest in the outrages and morality plays coming out of Clown World, other than to ask, “When does the shooting start?” Someone be sure to wake me up, eh?
But I am glad somebody is watching.
Cheers, you guys! Cheers! And thanks for dropping by!
Filthie
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