Are We Training AI

 Very not hot take: I can't be the only one not excited about posting anymore because it only feels like we're training AI. 

How to be funny? How to empathize? How to have a normal number of fingers? 

Besides my regular daily dose of self sabotage telling me that it's all been said, it's been done, blah blah blah, there's battling the daily upheavals of my body, and then the question of your socials aiding and abetting in the training of AI FemBots to trick incels in their "He-Man Woman Haters" basements sending Bitcoin to GiveSendGo. 

I ain't got time for that. Nor the energy. 

Are we past time for caring? Has every post and every blog I ever wrote just a cog in the big AI machine now? Do we all unplug our social faces and only communicate through texts and messages? Snail mail. The answer is snail mail and books. Probably.

Guess this not very hot take was longer than I anticipated. 

An additional not so mini take, I'd like to think I'm capable of calling out AI videos or writing every time, but no doubt it gets past me. Oh, and yes, I have used the AI search option on Google and Bing while looking up a recent health diagnosis. I've probably shared AI. Hit the love and like buttons. I can't be some innocent AI purist. I think being online at all prevents that. 

The fact is an AI data center that will produce the energy equivalent of 23 atomic bombs every, single, day, is going to be built in my backyard. It is horrifying. 

There's also the incels.

Chronic Newsness

I purposefully avoided the news and all the socials for many days. I'd go in bouts. Sign on for a minute, then runaway. Everything was too much. Too costly. Trying to exist inside this body daily is exhausting enough, adding the apocalypse on top of it is crushing. 

I miss being silly. Ridiculous even. 

I want to scream and cry in rage. I also want to hug everyone and cry from joy that I'm so loved and that I get the privilege to love. 

I might go on another news fast in a day or two. I might inundate your feed with scorn and bitterness.

I also might try to find my glimmers and share them.