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Keep your friends close and your robotic enemies closer.
Not that anybody was really fooled, but yesterday’s blog post was entirely AI-generated. Title and all. Rivergirl wrote, “I think we need to establish a safe word so we know it’s really you writing these blogs. Something easy to work into a post like….wombat.” Wombat, Ms. River. Wombat, wombat, wombat. What the @#$!, Paul “Paulie…
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From Pen to Pixel: How AI is Disrupting the Writing Industry
As a writer based in Wisconsin, I’ve seen the advancements of technology over the years, and I’ve often wondered what impact it would have on my profession. The rise of artificial intelligence (AI) has brought about significant changes in various industries, and the writing industry is no exception. AI technology is now being used to…
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This place is for the birds.
When you buy a house from a guy whose business card reads The Birdman, you kind of expect the backyard to reflect his passion. Sure ’nuff… I don’t know if our property is an official Bird Sanctuary, but it oughta be. And then, not more than half an hour after walking through the yard and…
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Thinking too much is a slippery slope.
I brought a banana to work yesterday and, when I finished it, the peel was lying on my desk. For some reason I found myself staring at it, wondering whether that old TV trope about slipping on a banana peel had any accuracy. I thought about throwing it on the floor next to the break…
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That Voodoo That We Do
“You guys have the best cosmic energy of anyone I’ve ever met.” Ashley J. First off, I’m glad those Voodoo lessons paid off. Tara thought it was a waste of money at the time, but I convinced her it could be a sound investment. Certainly better than crypto, amirite? What my friend was referring to,…
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Trial and error and error and error.
Something funny happens when you’ve been painting seemingly nonstop for 10+ days: you start to look at other paint jobs with a critical eye. Case in point: I was in the men’s room at TobacCo yesterday and found myself mentally critiquing the paint job. They did crappy work on the trim, I observed. The brushstrokes…
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