by Travis Mateer
Well, it’s official, I’ve had my first REAL fight with my illustrator, ChatGPT.
Today is such a SPECIAL day for a divorced man like me with an ex-wife born on this hilarious day, and with the added synchronicity of her also having grown up on a sprawling estate located on Valentine Road. Since my personal Trickster (who acts like a CrossFit trainer for the mind) likes to have fun with me, the second season of White Lotus, which I started watching last night, features a hospitality professional by the name of VALENTINA who so far seems to be very busy keeping the cute hookers out of the hotel.
Do you sense the love in the air, dear reader?
I tried SO MANY prompts this morning with Chatty, but my first snag was the potential sensitivities of men and the stereotypes surrounding their gifting of roses. Here’s a screenshot:
Since I can be VERY persistent when I’m trying to create things and/or calling out badges for murdering black men, I kept at it.
Would “tweaking” my prompts work? No, it would not.
Did I keep trying? Yes, I kept trying.
I was getting VERY annoyed at this entity that’s supposedly rearranging our Federal government right now, so I took a different angle instead.
Well, ok then, looks like SOMETHING isn’t gettting its $20 dollar subscription renewed!
We are at SUCH an interesting crossroads as humans doing REALLY stupid shit right now because, quite possibly, a non-corporeal intelligence that’s been fucking with humans for centuries is getting its moment of glory on the great terrestrial stage.
If there’s one thing I’ve been working on it’s my ability to break up with people and things, so for the rest of this funny day I’ll be keeping my head down, washing dishes, and maybe selling a little zine to a little local store with stories and poems about my sad little broken heart.
Thanks for reading!