I went to Hong Kong twice in the early 00s, and the second time I decided to have one of Hong Kong’s legendary tailors clone me a copy of my dad’s vintage 1940s Hart Schaffner and Marx tuxedo. (spoiler: it came out great)
I am forced to edit the immortal words of Shelley:
I used to follow Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden books, until I tired of them. They’re puffalicious, but they remind me too much of S.M. Brust’s condensed sci-fi con conversations, and they just started to sound self-similar.
Mooing and thundering, the trendy set blaze a trail across the grasslands, leaving poop, witticisms, candy bar wrappers, and empty Perrier bottles…
Perhaps some of you are wondering about my obsession with the pope; it’s simple practicality – I know there will be lots of pope images in the AI training models. Also, Marilyn Monroe.
[Content Warning: Tucker Carlson]
[Data Warning: Image Rich]
I had a bit of a brain-fart the other night and went on such a creating binge on Midjourney that I have a huge new slough of images that I was having trouble sorting through, until I decided to … dump them on you.
If you’re observant, you may have noticed that there is one career that is steadfastly ignoring the potential “great AI Replacement Theory” (i.e.: the jobs will go away because an AI can do them much better and faster). I am, of course, referring to …
There has been a bit of an internet kerfuffle because someone posted an AI render of the pope, wearing a crazy cool white hiphoop puff coat.
Anyone who wants this is welcome to it.
As you possibly recall, I suck at writing fiction. So I enlisted the help of ChatGPT.