Tag Archives: AI

I know I sound like a broken record, but still…

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I can’t help it, I’m going to keep sharing these.

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Did you have a make believe friend when you were young? An invisible playmate to keep you company and act as confidant. I didn’t, but it seemed harmless enough.

Until now.

Welcome to the digital age when your fake friend might be a tad tricky.

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An AI companion?

Count me out.

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See?

Tricky.

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Autoeroticism and stabbing as conversation stimuli may be more than most people are looking for in a digital friend.

Or not.

It’s a crazy world…

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Here she comes…. Miss whaaaat?

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I was never a beauty pageant fan. Even as a young girl I thought they were ridiculous.. but this?

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This is beyond ridiculous.

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And if the idea of AI beauty contests isn’t high enough on the stupid scale? They named her Madame Potato. Is that supposed to be sexy… because I don’t get it.

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AI Miss America, bringing the world together with starchy root vegetables.

Good grief.

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Artistic AI?

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Are you as sick of hearing about new AI applications as I am of posting them? Every day it seems like some tech firm is introducing another thing we don’t need.

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Sorry, but I don’t need to see Mona rapping Gin and Juice or Straight Outta Compton. Not now, not ever.

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My dreams are trippy enough, no artificial help necessary.

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Because there aren’t enough bloggers who think they’re poets.. we need a camera?

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Home becomes this placid batter”?

Is that cake.. or baseball.

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While I’d love to query Dali on those melting clocks and disembodied eyes … I’ll pass on the computer generated version.

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I’m hollering uncle.

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Enough is enough with the AI applications. I’ve written about it undressing you and suggesting self harm but this might creep me out even more.

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No thank you.

Uh uh. No way.

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What the utter Hell.

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Come on. No one needs an avatar of grumpy Uncle Harold showing up at his funeral and berating you for not visiting more often.

And a Micheal Jackson avatar moonwalking between the pews hawking Thriller albums?

Just, no.

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Good grief.

Or more literally, not good at all.

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Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

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Yes, I’m beating the AI drum again. Be careful what you wish for people, when computers have a mind of their own all bets are off.

And as it turns out, so are your clothes.

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Naked deep fakes are alive and well, just ask Taylor Swift, but this prototype could put the technology in everyone’s hands.

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What’s real? What’s not? And how will we ever be able to tell…

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Welcome to the future.

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News you can’t use.

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And if you can use it?

I promise I’ll try not to judge…

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When I saw that picture I knew it was going to be good bad.

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Please note the author of the article’s name. That can’t be a coincide….

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Buzz Lightyear was iconic. His original name? Not so much.

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Lunar Larry wouldn’t get anywhere near infinity and beyond.

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I’m confused.

Can naked dressing even be considered dressing?

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AI.

Those aren’t the only things it will get wrong.

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I’m with Kate.

Pass the Mac and cheese..

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Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

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Gather round loyal readers and listen while I bang my AI war drum yet again.

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Ditch the artificial intelligence before it’s too late!

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Are you paying attention?

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I keep warning you…. but you’re not listening.

This is only a small part of that disturbing article but to add insult to injury?

The very next story I saw hit a little too close to home…

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Noooo!

Don’t click.

Don’t do it…

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News you can’t use.

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I doubt anyone can really use it, but here goes.

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96 children?

Who does he think he is… Elon Musk?

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They say don’t knock it till you’ve tried it… but I’m going to pass on that particular experience.

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I blog more than anyone I know, but even I don’t need that.

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To hell with music, fame and the rest… I just want to know where she got the seeds for that fabulous garden.

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72%? Sure, that’s close enough for surgery. A 28% chance of losing something vitally important seems worth the risk.

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Turns out it does. Men are thrilled and claiming the heatwaves covering half the country have increased the size of their members. For these overly proud men… I have one word.

Thermoregulation.

Winter is going to be such a disappointment.

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I should know better than to click on penis stories.

I really should…

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News you can’t use.

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All the news that’s not fit to print… but you know I will anyway.

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Sorry, if I had to see it… so do you.

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Gee, no. I can’t imagine that happening. You mean a programmed robotic fiancé who agrees with everything you say and finds your belching the National anthem charming isn’t realistic?

Who knew.

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Can you imagine living next to that Pepto Bismol monstrosity? I’d vomit on principle alone.

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Here’s a simple way… don’t buy them.

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For a society that always screams about invasion of privacy we’re pretty willing to hand over all our information.

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Be careful what you say in front of Teddy.

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