Tag Archives: AI

News you can’t use.

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Because I’m here to add more uselessness to your life.

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We used to a family of crows in our backyard. They’d visit the bird feeders and eat seed that had fallen on the ground.

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Whew.

Now I’m twice as glad I made friends.

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Sheb Wooley was right!

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I really don’t care. And even if it can, that seems like an awful waste of time and money.

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Great. Something else to worry about…

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News you can’t use.

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Here’s to useless news. Providing me with so much blog fodder I could post one of these every single day and still have useless news leftover.

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Oh good.

Something to look forward to.

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A robot hurling paint balls.

That will keep those kids off your lawn.

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Teargas pellets?

Yikes.

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I don’t know… but I think my male readers should take one for the team, start drinking soy milk and report back when they have to buy a bra.

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Gene Roddenberry would be thrilled.

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I might have just gone with a hamster, but okay.

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AI updates.

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There are so many articles about AI right now, some are disturbing.. some are just ridiculous.

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I think that qualifies as ridiculous.

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Who knew “Her” would be so prophetic?

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If it makes Elon cringe, it must be bad with a capital B.

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Uh, correct me if I’m wrong…

But that sounds like it’s going to be everyone’s problem.

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If the man disappears, buys a cabin in the woods, unplugs from technology and lives off the grid as a hermit? I think we can all guess what he saw.

Gulp.

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Stop the world.

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Really, can we stop it … because I think I want to get off.

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AI creeps me out.

Robots? Even more so… and after watching this? I’m going to have nightmares about both.

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For less than the price of most new cars you can have an extremely bendy robot of your very own.

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Just know that if you do buy one, I won’t be accepting your dinner invitation.

Ever.

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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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