An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’ve been getting quieter on here (note: this post is converted from a thread on Twitter) about AI art, because the communities I’m in clearly hate it with a raging passion.
But I love AI art. And I’m really disappointed in Uncanny Magazine’s choice to publish a whole essay calling it theft, plain and simple. Continue reading “Art Is Not a Zero Sum Game”
The amount of absolute unfettered hate I see on here (Twitter) being spewed toward any artist who would ever use an AI program to assist them in their art is… terrifying. It makes me want to just close up shop and disappear from this corner of the internet for the next few years.
How did it somehow become okay to bully people just because they like AI art? Continue reading “AI Art Doesn’t Have to Be a Culture War”
Me: Why do I have to care?
Spouse: You’re alive. You want something, if only a glass of water.
Me: I don’t want to want something… I don’t want to follow narrative rules. I don’t want to be in a story. Especially not one written by Kurt Vonnegut.
I got a hummingbird feeder for Christmas, and it’s already getting visitors!
Their little wings are so much louder than I expected!
It’s confusing how “masking” means both:
I played Magic: The Gathering for the first time today in about 25 years. A quarter of a century. Wow.
We taught my kids and mom to play, using a special kit of five balanced starter decks. Amazingly, everyone had fun. We don’t usually all like the same game like that. Continue reading “Magic: The Gathering”
I’ve only seen Die Hard once, many years ago, so we thought it’d be fun to watch it and figure out if it’s a Christmas movie, because my vague memory says it’s not.
So far… it seems less like I have an opinion on whether it’s a Christmas movie & more like I just don’t like it…
It seems unfair that’s it’s under freezing… and raining. If it’s going to be this cold, the condensation should be SNOW.
So much slush reading…
It’s both wonderful to be deluged with furry stories now that Zooscape is open again and also kind of overwhelming.
That feeling when someone tells you that something you’ve written is “voicey,” and that’s kind of neat, but also? You just don’t see it, because it sounds completely plainly said to you.
My 15-year-old made cranberry-orange cookies today, and I’m usually very much a proponent of dessert = chocolate, but wow, these things are good. Continue reading “Voice and Cookies”
I’m a little troubled on this rewatch of Gremlins by the extent to which the humans just start immediately slaughtering the mogwai as soon as they no longer have cute fuzzy fur.
A surprising amount of the gremlins’ aggression and chaos is simply coming off as self-defense… Continue reading “Rewatching Gremlins”