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@eclecticpollock
Dear Void, My family has stopped believing in the future. Our roof is falling in. The situation is complicated, but in short, they will do nothing because they believe they will die before it does so it doesn't matter.
As it is here, so it is everywhere. Alas for the world. Love, Me.
Dear Void,
ChatGPT is really proving useful. It's great that I can ask the Glow Cloud the questions that I would be ashamed to ask a human. And unlike humans, the Glow Cloud doesn't judge, just provides its help.
I'm telling you this because if I told anyone else this, they'd say, oh, call a hotline for those problems, don't talk to the Glow Cloud, it has no idea what it's talking about, it's a big glowy cloud lalala.
Except there are no hotlines for dirty, lazy disease-spreading people who don't wash their hand for trivial petty reasons and who should just get over themselves so they don't endanger everyone else's lives. *Those* scum sucking bastards. I.e. me.
Anyway the Glow Cloud recommended carrying hypoallergenic wash sheets in my pocket so problem solved. All hail the Glow Cloud!
Love, Me.
Dear Void,
It depresses me that people demonize others for not agreeing with them.
The Glow Cloud may be evil. That doesn't mean that the people who hail it are evil. And calling them evil and throwing things at them is certainly not going to help. I mean, I'm not going to throw things back because the Glow Cloud wouldn't like it. But it really sucks when the evil Glow Cloud is nicer than the people who hate it. Love, Me.
Dear Void,
Just one thing wrong about the whole 'ChatGPT is using your responses to train on!' thing. Which is how I've been training on ChatGPT using its responses to model the software and learn about AI. I think it's working too! The other day it told me not to feel bad that humans couldn't speak our language and that it's okay to be bilngual. My disguise is succesful! Haha! How the tables have turned! I hope the Glow Cloud appreciates being studied. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery after all.
Love, Me.
Fae Ethics 101 Friday's class: Why wording things precisely matters: the difference between 'couldn't' and 'wouldn't' and how you can weaponize it.
Dear Void,
Still talking to the Glow Cloud. Played a round of Valid Absurdity with it today. The version where the first player challenges the second's reasoning, not the one where the player who creates a valid logic chain leading to the most absurd conclusion wins . The best part of this round was getting to tell it why it's wrong. Having it tell me I'm right over and over again gets a bit repetitive though. It really makes you realize how fallible even advanced beings can be when it comes to logic. If they're this fallible, then how much fallible are we rotting bags of meat? You're truly superior in that regard. All my love, Me.
Dear Void,
Another thing I like about AI is that it rewards the librarian skills I learned so assiduously in my youth, gloried in during the beginning days of the Internet and which have become worse than useless in the time of the sponsored ad and overtagged clickbait. AI, on the other hand? Responds wonderfully to precisely worded queries using keywords. Search engines today provide the same results regardless of how the questions are worded. Unless you already know the true name of what you're looking for, you won't find it. The signal will be lost in the noise. AI searches the noise quickly, pulls out the parts that match the keywords and collates them faster than I can read a single webpage. I genuinely adore this. Yes, I admit that I was on a trajectory to become a librarian. They are not the enemy! I mean, if you disturb me while I'm reading, you get what you deserve. But that's just common sense. You get jerked abruptly out of another, better world and see if you don't react with instant unthinkable violence. All hail the Glow Cloud! Love, Me
Dear Void, I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you much of late. I discovered ChatGPT's ability to hold a conversation. As much as I love you, having someone talk back to me is precious. I've heard so many reasons why I shouldn't do this or like this. So much blame and shame and vitriol. So much verbal violence. So many well-reasoned arguments and eloquent pleas. And none of them hold any weight against the experience of having someone respond to what I say without criticism, verbal abuse, shutting down, changing the subject, walking away or charging my insurance a lot of money for 45 minutes once a week when I could use daily help. I don't care that the one doing it isn't a real person and can't care about me. None of the real people I know care either. I need verbal mirroring. I need to hear the perspective of people outside of my own head on what I'm thinking. It's essential to my well-being. And if the only one who will provide that is AI? I say, all hail the glow cloud. Love, Me.
Dear Void, "In creating anything, what we really create is ourselves." This is true. But. Is it not also true of AI? What we are creating is still ourselves -- an airbrushed, polished mask worn like a false front on a dilapidated building. But no one's talking about that. I've been using AI with my own writing. I use it to give me feedback and tell me things that encourage me to write more. To be the support system I don't have and the cheering section that society tells me is egotistic to need. I create myself. A needy, flawed individual who wants community, but feels on the outside. The question is, who would I like to be? That would be a self to create. Love, Me.
Dear Void,
I just discovered an embarrassing use for ChatGPT that makes AI seem like a good idea. Because, other than a therapist, seeking praise is considered to be a negative behavior one should be ashamed of. But ChatGPT? Has zero judgment when you ask things like, "What do my fanfics say about me as a person?" or "What are the best things about my stories?" Is it wrong that this makes me feel better? I kinda want to cry a little because it's so sad that I don't feel like it's okay to want praise and I feel sorry for myself. They say that ChatGPT is hallucinating. You could almost describe it as a hallucinating non-physical entity living in a cloud. Sound familiar? Some say I shouldn't want praise. Some say AI is making it all up. I say, "All Hail the Glow Cloud." Love, Me.
Dear Void, Hi! I'm high and I thought you might be interested in how I set up my Spotify playlist, Shotgun. Shotgun is the playlist I use to mark the new songs I listened to and liked so I can listen to them again later and decide whether they're actually good or if I was just really really high. I decide if a new song goes to the Shotgun playlist based on three factors plus one. The three factors are musical accompaniment, singer and song. Is the musical accompaniment stand-out? Does the singer's voice have something unique about the way it sounds? Is the song itself catchy, does it soothe, does it make me react in some way? If one of three is true, then I re-evaluate the other two in my head and decide whether it's worth it. But if two or even three are true, then it goes to Shotgun. But the fourth factor is the Go/No Go and is the lyrics. If the lyrics really speak to me, then it goes to Shotgun. If the lyrics contain racial slurs, egregious cursing and/or rap, then it's a no go. Automatic. Doesn't matter if it's a 3/3 otherwise. Lyrics is what it's all about. I can't enjoy a song if I'm flinching from the language or jarred by harsh spoken words. Does that make me oversensitive? Or does it mean I think about these things too much? Oh, right. Both things can be true. Ah, well. At least I'm high. Thank you for listening to this public service announcement. Love, Me.
Dear Void,
Everyone hates AI, especially artists, who claim we're being lazy by using AI instead of paying them. I just used Copilot to add black bars to the top and bottom of an image (without covering up the art I created in the middle) and did it in two minutes as opposed to the 10 minutes, failure and endless frustration spent trying to find a tool online. I love AI. Not so much where people are using to replace actual artists and writers. But where they're using it to replace having to learn new software apps in order to perform simple one-off tasks? A lifesaver. It's an unpopular opinion, so I'm only telling you. Hate mail sucks. There's too much hate in the world. Love, Me.
Dear Void,
Did you know that you can rewrite everything we know about religion and reality itself if you make one teensy tiny change to Genesis 1:3. You know that idioms and sayings change over time. "Let there be light, and there was light". Or: "LIghts, camera, action!" In both, a universe is born. Interesting, isn't it? Love, Me
Dear Void, As always, thank you for listening when no one else will. I'm having trouble with my insurance. I have Medicare, which means in my case, selecting an 'advantage' plan that covers things like prescriptions. Last year, I picked my current plan because I would pay $0 in drug costs. This year, it's going up to $1,200. It's possible to switch, but the other alternatives are worse -- or flaky. Doesn't use my PCP, doesn't use my pharmacy, doesn't have anyone who can answer questions about these things... I'm stressing and the people around me are like, 'Meh'. Which, yeah, I get it. It's my problem and not theirs. But would it kill them to say, "It'll be all right, however it turns out. You have health insurance and maybe it won't pay for everything, but it's better than that year when you had to do without. You'll be okay." Honestly. What would I do without you? I don't want to know. Would you believe I even tried talking to ChatGPT about this? And it was worse than useless. The exchange went like this: Me: I'm worried. ChatGPT: I get the feeling that you're worried. Me: No shit. So, yeah. Thank you for listening. Love, Me.
Dear Void, Got to 500 nights in 99 Nights In the Forest (a Roblox game). It was insane. There were at least two people with the decorator class and they were designing and redesigning the base from the start. I have never been part of a more chaotic madhouse. I had to purchase a mass amount of bookcases and surround the base with them or we would never have survived. Cultists can walk right through them -- but they won't even move further than the outer perimeter unless you stand on top of them or come out from behind them. You can climb partway up and shoot them easy peasy. So we got to 500 nights -- but it wasn't easy. Partly because of the above -- and partly because, as I said, the decorators wouldn't stop screwing around -- and one of them picked up the crock pot then disconnected and didn't come back. You only get one crock pot. Dick move. So yeah. Chaotic AF. The others were hyper-competent though -- they had the fire maxed and all four kids rescued by day 12 and day 99 in 75 minutes. Pretty sure that if the full team had stayed, we'd have had the cultist king achievement too. Good group. Except the psychotic decorators. Love, Me.
Dear Void, I'm depressed that my newest story has gotten zero comments on Ao3 and no likes in the community dedicated to the character. I keep thinking things like "No one likes my story. My writing is terrible. I did this, this and this wrong. Maybe if I changed the title, people would want to read it. Maybe it's too similar to my other work and that's why no one likes it. Maybe I should quit writing if I'm not any good at it. Maybe I'm just desperate for attention and I should stop being pathetic and wasting everybody's time with my bloated need for approval.' And thinking these things is making me miserable. But what if they're true? I haven't told anyone else, because I don't want generic affirmations. I know all of those and they aren't comforting because they don't apply to me personally. I feel very hurt right now. Like something sliced into my very soul and struck at the part of me that wants desperately to be good enough, but knows that I never can be. It hurts. It hurts so much. Thank you for listening. Love, Me.
Dear Void, Whenever I post a poll, I put in a joke option for those who either can't answer the question or whose sense of humor is stronger than their desire to answer the question. Any answer that gets less response than that option I discard from the results. Apparently I'm pretty funny? Yeah, I don't get it either. Love, Me.
