Every day I read more misinformation and bullshit about generative/predictive computing (y'know, LLMs and such -- they're not artificial intelligence, they're not any kind of intelligence, and calling them "AI" is the enemy's propaganda tool) and I get more annoyed. Every day I get a little bit closer to writing that five-thousand-word piece about "here is all the shit you're getting wrong, and now that you know, you can approach the situation with correct information."

If you interpret that to mean I am defending LLMs, you need to go back and reread that paragraph more carefully. These tools absolutely need to be destroyed; it's just that you can't effectively help destroy them if you have these weird ideas about what they do and don't do.

But I have not written that piece, just as I have not written a different long piece which has been sitting festering in my head for many months about "what I saw and learned when DeviantArt allowed generative art to take over the place."

I think they are both interesting pieces, and it's possible at some point when the brain pressure gets where I can't stand it, I'll write both of them. But it is nearly impossible to convince me to use up the time and energy to write long-form in the era where people do not fucking read. I mean, I don't care all that much about who reads my stuff, especially here, but I am not in the habit of doing card tricks in the dark. If a rant falls in the forest and nobody ... eh, you get the idea.

Seriously, though, with the likelihood that anyone would read those pieces approaching zero, they really do have to wait until I am forced to expel them just to get them out of my brain. I need the space for other things.

Honestly, I can't even bring myself to write a few hundred words at this point. Why bother? Why words? Words are useless now. We are in the post-truth era, hadn't you noticed? We are in the era of Make Random Shit Up And People Believe It. As long as it's brief. If you keep it under two sentences, you can get away with any lie you like. It's the five paragraphs explaining why it's a lie that people don't bother reading. The truth takes longer. The truth takes thought. People don't stop to think these days.

Anyway, so, today I put together an entry in my head about learning to play a musical instrument, and skill sets, and my father, and I did that while I was out having a walk and lunch, and it was fine composing it in my head ... but by the time I got home to a computer where I could actually type, "why bother" had fully set in. Maybe tomorrow.

Meanwhile, back to story renders. (Actually, "back to" is a lie -- I did three renders on the other machine while typing this.) I'm further behind on dialogue on this story than I have ever allowed myself to be on a story before. I just don't feel like making words this week. The irony, of course, is that the words are the good part; it's making the pictures that mostly bores me to tears. The pictures are the loss leader to get people to see the stories ... because if you try to tell them a story that's just words, they won't listen. Words have been a hard sell for years now.

You know, it's very difficult being a word-oriented person watching the collapse of civilization.

Sometimes I feel like everybody could use a reminder that if I just keep all my words in my head and never put any of them in a format you can get at, I'm not the one that loses out.