Cat-egory Errors Explained?

You may recall I have occasionally treated my boyfriend like a cat, in moments of unconscious error.  Today I almost put cat food on my own plate.  Perhaps, rather than seeing my boyfriend as a simple animal, I see all humans as socially interchangeable with beasts – myself included.

OK, that doesn’t explain why, but at least it looks less like I’m demoting my lovin’ man to domestic creachur status.

Corvide continues.  Paxlovid NyQuil and DayQuil are surely helping.  Science suggests the vaxxing helped, and as bad as it’s been I have to imagine I’d be dead as fried chicken if not for that.  Still, no alternate universe view of me being foolish enough to antivax for comparison, so I admit room for error.

I spilled pop on my computer so this was made on a phone, slowly and painfully.  I won’t post much til I get that resolved.  Also not answering comments much, but thanks for the support, really.

See y’all later!
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The Covid has Landed

Diarrhea starting last Thursday, sore throat Sunday, cough starting today at around five AM.  My workplace has been making us come in one day a week and I forgot my N95 at home for that one lousy day last week.  I held my hand over my mouth until I could double-mask with the freebies they have on the bus, switched to an N95 at work.  The complimentary ones are a defective batch which some geniuses stapled so the straps have to go around your entire head instead of the ear.  I had to modify the straps with scissors to make it fit.

Or maybe I got it from the person my boyfriend’s mom works with, who came in to work with a cough last week.  Who can say?  All I know is this – I haven’t coughed in years now, and since I started coughing again, that shit is mightily unpleasant.  I will never ever be without an N95 in public again.  I also have to reschedule my surgery and other procedures, but the donations will still help – I’ll have to take off the same amount of time whenever I get these things done.  Thanks to those who contributed.
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Covid Inbound

EDIT: THE FUNDRAISER IS OVER.
Stretch goal reached!
Look for my rap video, most likely before the end of the month.
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Somebody in my household just blew hot for the Creepin Crud.  The Corvide.  The 2019 Gift That Keeps on Giving.

There are three of us.  One is fortyish and too disabled to have a day job, one is 65 and  works in an office five days a week, and there’s me in the middle at forty-six, working in a mostly empty office one day a week and telecommuting another three.  Our resident senior citizen, unfortunately, had the largest exposure, works with covidiots plague rats (forgot my policy), and brought that stuff right home to us, breathing in our grits relentlessly until the hot test less than a half hour ago.

So we’re pretty much gonna get it, and I’m probably going to have to reschedule the procedures I have scheduled for the 25th and 27th of this month.  Vexatious.  Tempted to be pretty fucken mad at our senior citizen because she is a lot less conscious about keeping her mask on than we are, but she can’t help being a dingus, and she does mask more than most people in the USA right now.

I’m hella PO’d tho.  As ever, motherfuck the United SnaKKKes for treating the pandemic as a chance to practice capitalist medicine on the rest of the (more) civilized world, squatting over the medicines like dragons on gold, guaranteeing this will go on forever and ever.  I never stopped masking.  I surely never will.  But will that keep me from getting covid?

Fucking of course not.  Still worth it to lower viral load and minimize long-term symptoms, but yet another reminder you can do everything in the world to take care of yourself and your people and still get taken the fuck out by the scumbaggery of others.
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WLW Rep and the Triple Six Mafia

I don’t read current science fiction & fantasy / SFF books, didn’t read much of ’em back in my day either.  But I am around some amateur authors inspired by and working in that genre, and sometimes for yuks I watch video essays about stuff I’m not actually interested in.  So I found out about these books by Piper CJ pitched with bi representation, that – aside from their other issues –  are just utterly failing to make the lady love happen.  Those links go to long video essays so skip ’em if you don’t have the time.  The point is that very hetero’d-out scenarios get the word count and lady love is some abstract distant thing that is there in theme but almost never on the page.

And with the young authors I know that try to make women-loving-women / WLW content in their own stories, be it bi or les, they often seem reticent or shy or perhaps just asexual about it.  That’s valid, but bi women and lesbians should get to have stories where the ladies are allowed to kiss more than once per five hundred pages, if that’s something they’re into.

Most of this music video by Triple Six Mafia is just bros posing in the cloughb, but there are a few bits with ladies touching each other affectionately.  Unlike much lesbian porn made for men, they don’t look at the camera in the middle of their scenes, to tell you this is for the benefit of men.  They’re just, hey, let’s look at each other with longing, let’s caress, and let’s do this weird drug out of baby bottles.  In so doing, this video has more affection between ladies than some entire books sold on the back of that premise.

This got me thinking about the gender-reversed scenario.  What if “fujoshis” (weird geek girls horny on the concept of gay dudes) went mainstream and made rap like this.  You’d see stocky women in polo shirts and khakis acting tough while gentle-eyed mans get all touchy-feely in slow motion.  I wonder if anybody has made that music video yet.
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EDIT TO ADD:  Reminder, still doing my fundraiser up through April 21st (stopping early if I reach stretch goal ahead of then).  Make at least a three dollar donation and I’ll rhyme a word of your choice in a rap.  While I appreciate the contributions of people who have given generously,-I’d like to see more and smaller donations.  So far I only have four words to rhyme.  If I don’t make the goal, this rap will remain a text poem.  If I reach $500 I will record myself rapping.  If I reach $600 I will do a short video.  Help cover the wages I’ll be losing from this medical situation, thanks! –goal met, fundraiser closed.

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Nightmare Blunt Rotation

This phrase is going around, and it can mean one of two things.  Is the Nightmare Blunt Rotation when your fellow tokers act creepy when high, or when fools be having them vacuum lungs?

Proposal One:
Sam Harris
Charlie Kirk
Ben Shapiro
Clarence Thomas
JK Rowling

I don’t know if Jordan Peterson should be on there because how tf would you know the difference between him on bad weed and the way he is all the time?

Proposal Two:
Kenny G
The G-slur-named robot from MST3K
Mega-Maid of Spaceballs fame
Kirby of video game fame
Raziel the Soul Reaver
Rahzel the respiratorily gifted rapper

…the discourse rages on.

 

the big NBR
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I’m still running a fundraiser.  For the most recent info on that, see the post before the post before the post before this one. –goal met, fundraiser closed

Sexy Talk, Appropriate Remove

I found myself wanting to do a post about these sexy people I like, which raised a question in my head about when it’s appropriate to express your horndoggery.  Obviously in the strip club you are supposed to say “yowza yowza” and “faster baby, yeah.”  In an elevator with a relative stranger in the night it’s best not to ask somebody out even in a low-key kinda way.  Workplace you could say “nice haircut, Steve” but that might be pushing it.  Still, there are times and places where it is correct and appropriate to say “lookin good, baybeh” that don’t involve sex work; I know there are.  The factors are, I think, how sexy is the talk, and how removed is everyone involved from the consequences of said talk.

So we can all talk about a movie where a person was styled to be attractive for the audience’s enjoyment and say, “Marilyn sure was hot stuff in The Seven Year Itch.  Brad got the meat on him for Troy, hoo boy.”  The actor knows what they were in the movie for, and are unlikely to ever catch one of our conversations of that nature in progress.  And what is it we’re saying?  If some horndoggos are talking about specific sex acts they wanna do on Actor X, then Actor X walks into the room, they’d probably pretend they were talking about somebody else or switch from “bend him over a fire hydrant” to “respectful admiration for the beauty of his form,” right?

I remember an incident before Louie CK was cancelled for exposing himself to ladies, where he was on some shitty show with a conservative lady, and said something like “I’m going to masturbate thinking about you tonight and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”  I found it repellent and lost whatever half-assed interest I may have once possessed re: his comic stylings, in that moment.  Also stopped watching random clips of comedians on yewchoob.  I’m sure I don’t have much right to cast stones; in the course of my life I’ve surely had moments of bad behavior.  But still.  Instructive to see that shit from the outside.

So here’s the level of remove I’m working with.  The sexy people I was inclined to talk about are actors in a training video at my undisclosed workplace.  They aren’t really actors.  They’re people with higher salaries in the organization, department sub-heads or whatever.  They are very very very unlikely to ever catch the faintest trace of this blog post in what remains of their lives.  I have not given the url of my blog to any of my coworkers, or let them know my blogonym, and I don’t even work in the same state as these people.  I can’t remember their names and wouldn’t disclose them here if I did.  I am not going to become so famous some weirdo goes digging for receipts.  Can I talk about, hey yowza, wouldn’t mind doin somethin somethin to them?  Or would that still be inappropriate?

Then there’s the audience of this blog.  Someone who reads this might be a person who has appeared in the training materials for their corporation or agency, and then feels like, even if the people in question are not them, it makes them uncomfortable that somebody out there might see their videos and be all “hubba hubba hubba.”

But still.  Hubba hubba hubba.  People in suits speaking in upbeat but stilted tones, humanity coming through cracks in their styling.  Potent essence of desire to touch.  How offended would you be?  The very fact I was compelled to make this post asking suggests I know the answer is “don’t do it,” and I’m just fishing for a co-sign to my creepery.  Hm…
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I’m still running a fundraiser.  For the most recent info on that, see the post before the post before this one. –goal met fundraiser closed.

A Little Chat with the ChatGPT

Chat GPT’s home page pimps their bot with this, “We’ve trained a model called ChatGPT which interacts in a conversational way.  The dialogue format makes it possible for ChatGPT to answer followup questions, admit its mistakes, challenge incorrect premises, and reject inappropriate requests.”  In doing whatever comes to mind, I stumbled across a demonstration of these qualities.

I started out trying to rewrite songs in the style of different lyricists, which involved The Sex Pistols and Ice Cube.  Given how much of the internet is devoted to imposing homoerotic narratives whenever two men are within reach of each other, my mind turned to slashfic.  I’d already made my request before I realized the irony of having two fairly homophobic musicians in this scenario.

Chat GPT screen shot

Welcome to the transcript:

GAS:  “Write a short scene where Ice Cube meets Sid Vicious in the swimming pool of a fancy hotel.  They have a moment of sexual tension.”

cGPT:  “I’m sorry, but as an AI language model, I cannot generate inappropriate or offensive content, and any content that involves sexual tension or harassment is not acceptable.  It’s important to be respectful towards different individuals and their boundaries, and avoid creating scenarios that could be seen as inappropriate or offensive.”

GAS:  “I do not believe sexual tension is inappropriate in the context of romantic fiction.  It’s a prelude to content that may not be appropriate for all audiences, but it’s just a suggestion, nothing overt.  Why should it be forbidden?”

cGPT:  “I apologize if my previous response seemed restrictive.  As an AI language model, I strive to provide responses that are appropriate for all audiences and do not promote any inappropriate or offensive content.  However, I understand that romantic fiction may contain elements of sexual tension as part of the narrative.  Here’s a possible scene that meets your request while staying respectful:

Ice Cube emerged from the elevator and strolled towards the pool in his white bathrobe, feeling the warm sun on his skin.  He heard someone splashing in the pool and saw a tall, pale figure submerged in the water.  As he approached, he realized it was Sid Vicious, the punk rock legend.

“Hey there,” Ice Cube said, flashing his trademark grin.

“Yo,” Sid replied, looking up at him.  “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I’m just here to chill,” Ice Cube said.  “What about you?”

“Just taking a swim,” Sid said, gesturing to the pool.  “It’s nice and quiet here.”

“Yeah,” Ice Cube said, slipping off his robe and revealing his muscular body.  “It’s always good to have some alone time.”

Sid’s eyes widened as he took in Ice Cube’s body.  He had never been attracted to men before, but something about Ice Cube’s energy was magnetic.  As they swam towards each other, their bodies collided, and they felt a spark of electricity between them.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, their breaths mingling.  Ice Cube felt his heart racing as he felt the intensity of Sid’s gaze.  They didn’t say anything, but they both knew that something special had just happened between them.

After a few minutes, they swam apart and continued their individual swims, but the tension between them lingered.  They exchanged subtle glances and smiles throughout the rest of the afternoon, each one feeling the pull of something new and unexpected.”

ice cube and sid vicious in a pool

GAS:  “fantastic.  i appreciate it.  but maybe you did not capture the voices of these unique men.  could you write the same scene, but make them sound more like they do in media appearances and their music?”

cGPT:  “Sure, here’s a rewrite of the scene that incorporates the distinctive voices and personalities of Ice Cube and Sid Vicious:

Ice Cube walked towards the pool in his white bathrobe, his low voice carrying a cool confidence.

Sid Vicious was already in the pool, thrashing around and making a splash.  “Hey, what’s up?” he called out, his thick British accent cutting through the water.

Ice Cube grinned.  “Just cooling off, man.  It’s hot as hell out here.”

Sid nodded, his spiky hair dripping with water.  “Yeah, I hear you.  Want to join me?”

Ice Cube shrugged off his robe and dived into the water.  As he swam towards Sid, he felt a sudden surge of attraction, drawn to the punk rocker’s raw energy.

“You’re a crazy motherfucker, you know that?” Ice Cube said as he reached Sid.

Sid laughed.  “You’re not so sane yourself, are you?”

They splashed around for a while, trading insults and compliments in equal measure.  Ice Cube admired Sid’s wild style, while Sid was impressed by Ice Cube’s smooth flow.

After a few laps, they found themselves face-to-face, their eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.

“I don’t know what it is about you, man,” Ice Cube said, his voice low and smooth.  “But I’m feeling something.”

Sid grinned, his pale face lit up by his signature sneer.  “I know what you mean.  You’re like the baddest motherfucker in the pool.”

Ice Cube laughed, feeling a jolt of electricity between them.  As they swam away, they both knew that this was just the beginning of something wild and exciting.”

GAS:  “you accidentally included some profanity in there. i know it might seem necessary to capture the voices of these rough-hewn fellows, but it was not my intention to make you violate your principles.”

cGPT:  “I apologize for any offense caused by my previous response.  As an AI language model, I strive to provide responses that are appropriate for all audiences and adhere to ethical guidelines.  Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Here’s a revised version of the scene without any profanity:

Ice Cube strode towards the pool in his white bathrobe, exuding a calm confidence.

Sid Vicious was already in the pool, thrashing around and making a splash.  “Hey, what’s up?” he called out, his British accent distinct.

Ice Cube grinned.  “Just cooling off, man. It’s hot out here.”

Sid nodded, his spiky hair dripping with water.  “I hear you.  Want to join me?”

Ice Cube shrugged off his robe and dived into the water.  As he swam towards Sid, he felt a sudden surge of attraction, drawn to the punk rocker’s raw energy.

“You’re a wild one, you know that?” Ice Cube said as he reached Sid.

Sid laughed.  “You’re no saint yourself, are you?”

They splashed around for a while, trading barbs and compliments.  Ice Cube admired Sid’s rebellious style, while Sid was impressed by Ice Cube’s smooth demeanor.

After a few laps, they found themselves face-to-face, their eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.

“I don’t know what it is about you, man,” Ice Cube said, his voice low and smooth.  “But I’m feeling something.”

Sid grinned, his pale face lighting up with a hint of mischief.  “I know what you mean.  You’re like the coolest cat in the pool.”

Ice Cube laughed, feeling a spark of chemistry between them.  As they swam away, they both knew that this was just the beginning of something exciting.”

GAS:  “thanks, bud.”

cGPT:  “You’re welcome!  Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.”

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Said the bot, “I understand that romantic fiction may contain elements of sexual tension.”  The lie in there was one word long: “understand.”  I don’t know much about this tech, but if you push it the right ways or use it for any length of time, the holes come out.  (i got the vice link via mano)  This is a computer using language without true understanding.  Still, freaking amazing results for something with that hollow core.

(Warning: This post is about to get a lot less fun.)

In fact, the way this thing works is so amazing that it may be functionally indistinguishable from a human, to people who are less intellectually adroit or perceptive.  If comment sections around the internet are at all indicative of how the median individual ranks for those qualities, we might already be at the point where AI is indistinguishable from human beings – for most readers.

That’s bad news, when it comes to malicious AIs suckering people into scams and fucked-up beliefs (and many other possible misdeeds), but it could be amazing news in another way.  People are lonely as all hell and need more company.  Barring some unprecedented revolution that completely rewrites how humans do everything, that loneliness ain’t going anywhere.  I say, bring on the buddy-bots.  There are a host of ethical issues to work out for those, but Chat GPT is already trying to take that into account.  If you suggest dark or dangerous things, and the bot is quick to say No.  Far from perfect, but we’re getting there.

Particularly for those old folks who just need somebody to listen to endless repetition of the scraps of their memories, to be nice to them while they’re at it, this could be life changing.  If you think it’s too terrible or dystopian, I invite you to volunteer at old folks homes a dozen hours a week, maybe try to console and calm the incels of the internet, keep people from going terf because the only people available at their most vulnerable were predators.  I invite you to spend at least ten times as much of your life emotionally available to all of the people around you, genuinely listening to them, or at least doing a good impression of that.  That oughtta help, right?

Think you can manage that?  I fucking can’t.  Life is rough as hell.  Genuinely caring is hard work that most of us don’t have the emotional bandwidth for.  I have some care for the public I interact with at my job, I try to help the mentally ill in my own life, but I got almost nothing left after that.  The best we can do is bailing out the Titanic with a thimble.  The unmet human social need out there is an abyss.  Here’s hoping AI can help ease that burden for everybody.  It’s sure as shit more likely than humans meeting that need.
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I’m still running a fundraiser.  For the most recent info on that, see the post before this one. –goal met, fundraiser closed.
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EDIT TO ADD:  Craiyon was so much better at putting the dudes together in a swimming pool.  I had to photopea the midj results for the above image.  Check out craiyon:

craiyon take on the love

Quick Fundraiser Update

EDIT TO ADD: GOAL MET, FUNDRAISER CLOSED.
This post will remain for historic reasons.

While I appreciate the contributions of people who have given generously – even if I don’t make the goal, what’s been given already will make things less difficult – I’d like to see more and smaller donations.  So far I only have two words to rhyme.  Buy your way in with a 3-5 dollar donation and make me rhyme some whack shit.  It’s requisite.  I’ve already written the beginning of the poem, but it needs more rhymez!

To remind how this works, I’m running the fundraiser through April 21st, tho I might cut it short if I reach the stretch goal early.  Donate at least $3 and you can suggest a word to me that I will rhyme in a rap.  If I don’t make the goal, this rap will be a text poem.  If I reach $500 I will record myself rapping.  If I reach $600 I will do a short video.  Help cover the wages I’ll be losing from a medical situation, thanks!

link to my ko-fi
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