That feeling when you were about to fall asleep, and suddenly, you’re struck with the whimsical desire to see a rhino with cute little feathery wings… and now you can, because AI is awesome.
Going for a ride today.
Awesomeness outweighs making sense.
And if you think you’ve found a case where it doesn’t… that’s just because making sense is awesome sometimes too.
But right now? Imagine an octopus and otter dancing on an asteroid. Oh yeah.
In case anyone’s curious, when I include poems with the art I’ve been posting, I write those myself. No real objection to using AI for poetry; I just didn’t care much for any AI poetry I was able to generate. And while I don’t know that my poems are terribly good, I like them.
That feeling when you’ve been stuck in a car for twelve hours, and your coping strategy has been generating art… but then DALLE says you’ve reached the daily maximum and to try again in 18.5 hours.