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 … Continue reading Keep your friends close and your robotic enemies closer.
Tag: Writing
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 … Continue reading From Pen to Pixel: How AI is Disrupting the Writing Industry
I’d like a stamp, and make it a double!
There have been so many overhyped storms this winter, it was a shock when we ended up with more snow than predicted last weekend. How much? Close to 10" here in Fort Atkinson. A day or two earlier, they were predicting 1-2" tops. And this morning, the icing on the cake: -9°. The wind chill … Continue reading I’d like a stamp, and make it a double!
O’er the Rampart we watch.
I was scrolling through Facebook today and somebody announced the birth of a new baby in the family. We are THRILLED to announce today's arrival of Baby X! she gushed enthusiastically. 7 lbs, 8 oz., 19 1/2 inches long. I think it's time to stop sharing a newborn's weight and height. Doesn't every single full-term … Continue reading O’er the Rampart we watch.
I’m turning into Cliff Clavin.
The first couple of weeks at my new job were a little frustrating. I wasn't getting a ton of work assigned to me, which wouldn't be so bad if we weren't expected to religiously track time. Working for an agency whose bread and butter is client hours, TobacCo is all about the time clock. I … Continue reading I’m turning into Cliff Clavin.
I skipped Florida for a brothel instead.
I’m the only member of the marketing department in the office until Thursday. Everybody else on my team is basking in sunny Fort Lauderdale. Actually, they’re not basking. They’re conferencing. Which makes me feel a little better about being stuck behind. And if I’m being totally honest, I’m not much of a Florida person anyway. … Continue reading I skipped Florida for a brothel instead.
One away from 50K!
Lots of change is afoot. For starters, I completely revamped my site. Or rather, sites. Plural. For years, I've had a professional(ish) site, first name last name dot com, plus a separate blog. Once upon a time, that was Mark My Words. Then, when we decided to move to South Dakota, I started a new … Continue reading One away from 50K!
Feel-Good Story of the Year
With so much negativity in the news these days — everything from Putin’s invasion of Ukraine to Will Smith’s bitch-slap-heard-‘round-the-world—it’s rare but refreshing to read something positive. Writing something positive is even better. I don’t often get that opportunity. I’m not saying the articles I write for CenturyCo aren’t informative or entertaining. Profiling a children’s … Continue reading Feel-Good Story of the Year
I See in Rhyme. Like, All the Time.
I was chatting with a friend the other day, and somehow, the topic of Dr. Seuss came up. “If there’s one thing I’m really good at, it’s rhymes and lame poetry,” I confessed. I wasn’t trying to sound conceited or anything. It’s just an odd (and useless) talent I have. “Oh, good!” she replied. “You … Continue reading I See in Rhyme. Like, All the Time.
Congratulate Me, I’m the #1 Loser
First off, the obvious: sock-sock-shoe-shoe won in a landslide. 90% of poll respondents (and 100% of Facebookers) get dressed that way. The message is clear: Tara is insane. She’s also a great sport about it and admits she’s the nutty one here. Things are a little more interesting when looking at the order. A lot … Continue reading Congratulate Me, I’m the #1 Loser
Mark My Words 