2nd greatest writer ever (“Shakespeare on mushrooms” - LA Weekly), rock god (The Good Hard), & philosophy podcaster (Leaping Cholla). They call me THE WORD 💪
I'm writing my current play in a Google Doc, and today I woke up to discover that Google AI, despite being disabled, had somehow gotten into my text and added some lines of its own. So now we know...when AI takes over, Gertrude Stein is going to lose her job.
The text:
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this is Gemini’s take on that quote: "”Going to war without France is like going hunting without an accordion" is a famous, often-cited quote attributed to US General Norman Schwarzkopf. It suggests that acting without French support is pointless or foolishly ill-equipped. While sometimes debated, it is heavily associated with his perspective on international alliances.”
“I'm really scared what's going to happen when we can't tell AI from IRL.” Dude, you spend all day sending desperate marriage proposals to stable diffusion models created by garbage trolls in Azerbaijan. You think food still comes from farms. You think schools teach you how to succeed. You think alcohol makes you funny. You think she keeps that toy in her drawer cuz it reminds her of you. When you picture yourself, you literally have someone else’s body. Your truck is seriously 3 times smaller than you think it is. You think your parents caused all your problems. You think it’s a civil war when someone disagrees with you on tax policy. You don’t dream; you stream. You read the news like you’re surfing for goony snacks. You enter “hot chick” into GPS and it takes you to the chicken rotisserie at Costco so you climb in and proceed to forget what you were going to ask her. You can’t take a test unless you’re high. You can’t seize the day unless you’re having a seizure. You can’t spell I without asking AI. So just shut up and fly the unspeakable peanut butter dragon into the swirling booby castle of botox that’s calling you King Armageddon so you’ll come and crash its prehistoric computer into the president you think stole the election from Netanyahu’s Labubu German Shepard, cuz every time reality hits you like a brick you just add it to your wall.
Tonight we ride like the Pope of Phoenix lickin endoscope to call all the love sick single moms to the last chance street takeover dot calm for some tingly hallmark knuckleball romance.