AI, Hieronymus Bosch and My Diary (March 19)

Today is March 19, 2023, and that's good.














These images were generated on Dreamlike according to my prompts


Respected Watchers have clarified one old rule of Hive: at least half of content in every post must be not only unique, but human-generated as well. I clutched my heart, because now it turns out, that if I want to publish 10 AI-generated pictures, I have to paint 10 more pictures myself. But when I painted my last picture at the age of four, its only viewer (kindergarten teacher) was hospitalized with an acute brain disorder.
The solution was found: I will not paint pictures, I will keep a diary. To read, or not to read, that is your choice, but don't forget the fate of my kindergarten teacher (he seems to be still in rehab).


Well, March 19, 2023

Today, let's do without philosophy and acute social frills, because I'm dead tired. All day I assembled furniture, one cabinet and two shelves. Not IKEA, but something like that, the same damned hellish nonsense. It turned out that if you bend down for a screw two hundred times (not even for a cake, but for a damned screw!), Then the pressure will jump in anyone. Especially if you have a cup of coffee at the end of work. After all, without coffee, rest is impossible, you understand.

In a word, bloggers also have days off. While activists with wild cries chasing AI (there will be no links to relevant posts here, you know everything as well as I do) and so, while enthusiasts with bloodthirsty screams driving the beast into a pit with stakes, some people do not even have the strength to watch the process.

One consolation: after such a rest, inspiration overcomes with a vengeance, so tomorrow I expect a truly brilliant post from myself. You may not be waiting, but I am definitely waiting. Otherwise, I'll have to assemble another cabinet, and this work is not for the faint of heart, although it pays even worse than blogging. That is, it is not paid at all, except when I assemble furniture not for myself, but for a pretty neighbor. But I will talk about this sometime next time.

The funny thing is that recently I have been checking my posts in 3 (three!) services to identify AI-generated content. I know that even if the red siren goes off, I still won't change the text, purely on principle, but I can't stop checking it, how do you like that? Does anyone know a psychologist? It's a joke, I'm almost a psychologist myself, but what's the point?
See you.