

Dr. Oz, you’re up!
Dr. Oz, you’re up!
Wait til you see what’s under the barrel.
Workshopping some snappy-sounding brand names over here:
Literally and figuratively.
Inb4 the gov is shut down indefinitely until the reptilians turn off the Jewish space laser
Surely those who vote for the worst human beings imaginable will be spared from their wrath, right?
Right??
Upvoted, but God damn this cut me deep.
Here’s something a little more verbose to tack on, which helped me a lot through a similar time:
Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.
- Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost (1887)
I like to think she was just some lady who got hit on the head by a falling coconut, and that turned her into the cartoon character she was when we all met her, and since then she recently got hit by another coconut and now this is who she is.
I had a cat named Kiki years ago who was a doppelganger for your Sesam… Truly one in a million. Was nice to see a little echo of her today. Hope you all are living your best life!
Winning™!
What AI democratizes in art, is the perception of skill.
I was a professional artist for many years, and often noted a strong preference for photo-realistic art among non-artists, often to the exclusion of any other style or aesthetic. The people around me who tried to draw or paint or sculpt, even just one time, often had an appreciation for a more diverse array of approaches and media.
To me, most AI ‘art’ feels like the product of ‘artists’ who don’t even really like art.
I had a girl cancel and reschedule our first date shortly before we were supposed to meet up. That date happened, and she confided in me that she’d done that on purpose to gauge my reaction and general demeanor before actually coming out to meet me. I respected that move, and I think I would have been okay with her bringing a friend instead, as long as it was just the once.
Anyway, that was eight years ago, we’re married now.
As if I needed a purpose-built app in order to send pictures of my shit to my friends and family.