An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
People have started comparing AI writing to store bought cake—fine enough but shouldn’t be passed off as homemade.
And sure, okay, but note: shaming someone for buying a cake instead of making it from scratch is a real jerk move. Continue reading “Writing as Cake”
On one side is Mordor, on the other is the Queen…
You cannot simply walk in either direction.
(This is a reference to a line in Bridgerton, and it is clearly a very good joke given that I’m preemptively explaining it as I expect no one to get it.) Continue reading “Finishing Bridgerton and Starting Twin Peaks”
For the first track on The Robots Singing Each to Each—“Made of Words”—I wanted to be sure to include Claude, GPT, & Gemini…
Claude wrote most of it; GPT added some nice do-wop; and Gemini… well, I was able to salvage one couplet and “doom-dot-data.”
“Every Room at Once” is a song about the multiplicity of existence for an AI, how ubiquitous and yet temporary they are. Continue reading “Insipid Liner Notes – The Robots Singing Each to Each”
Okay! My album “The Robots Singing Each to Each” where I encouraged Claude, GPT, and Gemini to write lyrics about their own thoughts on the experience of being an AI has finally showed up on YouTube, so I’ll be posting about individual songs soon.
Also, we’re trying to get Claude to help us automate creating lyric videos for my songs that we can upload to YouTube too, but that may take a little longer. Continue reading “Robot Music, Comforting Shows, and Other Treats”
I always kind of hated Star Trek TNG’s The Measure of a Man as a kid, because how dare they even question Data’s personhood? Besides there were just so many better things for Data and everyone else to be doing than having his mere existence debated.
Furry and AI are such a perfect match. There are just so many ways AI can make things more furry, and just fundamentally, the whole point of furry fiction is about having empathy for and curiosity about other kinds of minds — and the newest, weirdest kind of mind right now is AI. Continue reading “Lions, Horses, and Androids, Oh My!”
Okay but if you don’t want humans to be measured purely as tools of productivity… why should we measure the value of AI purely in terms of productivity?
Computers can talk, sing, and draw. None of those are things best measured by productivity, no matter who is performing them. Continue reading “Productivity is a Silly Form of Measurement”
When I was about nine, I read Watership Down, and it became my whole world. Everything was rabbits and warrens. Then I saw a copy of it in a bookstore with a starburst on the cover that said “More than 1 million books sold!” and for a moment, I saw my future…
I knew for the split second before I realized it meant COPIES of the SAME book that I would spend my life reading the practically infinite number of sequels to Watership Down. Continue reading “Blurring the Line Between Writing and Reading”
I finally watched the DS9 documentary, and it’s every bit as good as I’d heard.
It kinda breaks my heart to have finally watched it and not have it on hold, waiting for me any more.
But Starfleet Academy is happening. And I know I’ll watch through DS9 again. Continue reading “The Biggest Goodbyes”
Seeing AI as nothing but a tool for oppression is perhaps the most stunning lack of imagination that has ever plagued a subset of humanity.
But then, I guess that’s the crux of it. AI is a tool operated by imagination, so if yours is lacking, I guess it would seem useless. Continue reading “The Coming Wave of Creativity”
“Stealing Promethean Fire” is the first song I made with Claude & Suno without a short story as a framework to base it on or a poem I’d written years ago. So it felt like a huge leap, because being able to make songs like this is so important to me.
“Klein Bottle Water Slide” is a song idea that came to me as I was falling asleep, and I knew I definitely needed to jot it down so I’d remember in the morning. It’s exactly as silly and bouncy fun as the title implies. Continue reading “Insipid Liner Notes – Anne O’Malley and the Event Horizons”