This was a really quick build. I completed the top part and the sides, then let it age against a wall for nearly a year, while I more or less decided that the problem it was intended to help with was endemic and it was no use to finish and install.
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.
I’ve gotten familiar with the gestation time for a variety of seeds, and can practically set my clock by genovese basil.
Most bladesmiths have a “shelf of shame and woe” or a box labeled “fucked” in their shop. If they’re busy smiths, it’s generally pretty full.
Mooing and thundering, the trendy set blaze a trail across the grasslands, leaving poop, witticisms, candy bar wrappers, and empty Perrier bottles…
A meme-god friend of mine sent me this:
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 …