chibifier

@chibifier.bsky.social

Professional weeb, currently obsessed with hotd, always pissed off about something... NSFW art and stuff so minors stay away Not public on twitter. You can totally repost my art there as long as you're not hating and giving credit :)

Okay, people, turns out I'm actually the chosen one. I met my kindergarten teacher today, and she told me about an incident I have no memory of. Apparently when I was three, we went to see a circus show's animals at a nearby place where they had pitched their tent.

It’s the 114th anniversary of the opening ceremony of the 1912 Summer Olympics in Stockholm—the first at which poetry was a category you could win a medal for. The gold was taken by... er, Baron Pierre de Coubertin, President of the International Olympic Committee 🧵

Orange poster for the Olympiska Spelen Stockholm 1912, 29 Juni-22 Juli, showing a naked man waving a Swedish flag. An orange ribbon curls across the picture, just concealing his groin

The thing about AI is it’s… just not that good. Like, it’s *fine* at stuff, but never more so than your second-most trustworthy colleague. It’s also a bullshitter. A really plausible fake-it-till-you-make-it bullshitter. It’s like the digital equivalent of a posh 20-year-old boy.

At the end of the term I asked my college creative wriing students to submit anonymous thoughts on AI. No real surprises: Mood ranges from resignation to despair, capitulation from embittered erosion of standards to total, feelings of betrayal from deep to furious. 1/