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Continue reading →: Winner of The Terrible A.I. Poetry Contest, ‘Vacation’ Limerick PLUS a Belated V-Day ContestIt’s been a week, but I last asked A.I. to “Write a limerick that is intentionally terrible. The theme is a vacation that turned out terribly.” Of the human voters, ChatGPT’s succinct entry at the end won by a single point (all others scored two votes apiece). Of the A.I.s,…
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Continue reading →: Winner of The Terrible A.I. Poetry Contest, ‘Bleak Midwinter’ Theme PLUS Next Contest
This is the second time I’ve asked A.I. to do something that is a complete waste of time for an advanced technological brain: write poetry. In fact, I’ve asked it to intentionally write TERRIBLE poetry. Two (human) readers voted for Gemini’s “The Frosty Abyss of January,” while everyone else cast…
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Continue reading →: Winner of The Terrible A.I. Poetry Contest, Angst Edition PLUS Next ‘Contest’
Last week, I set the A.I. on itself (against themselves?) by intentionally instructing our most powerful research tools in history to generate… bad poetry. Gemini, ChatGPT, Claude, and Grok each composed a terrible poem based on my instructions. I asked for opinions on winners from YOU, the audience –and got…
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Continue reading →: The Terrible Poetry Contest, A.I. Edition
It’s no secret that I’ve been down about Artificial Intelligence (AKA A.I.). I’m not alone, although I’m certain I’m alone in lamenting its impact on my favorite blogging pastime: hosting the Terrible Poetry Contest. See; I want writers to have a safe space to creatively make fun of all the…
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Continue reading →: I Didn’t Expect A.I. to Sound So Human
I’ve spent years writing blog posts the old-fashioned way: sitting down, opening a blank page, getting distracted, wandering off, coming back, deleting half of it, and deciding that the remaining half might be “good enough.” That process has always felt very human to me—messy, inefficient, occasionally funny by accident. So…
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Continue reading →: Artificial Intelligence (A.I.) and The Reason to Create
Hello, and welcome to Let’s Open a Can of Worms. I’m your host, Chel, but you’ll have to take my word for it. Why? Artificial Intelligence. A.I. Commonly bandied around concerned conversations, online and off, A.I. is rampant. Insidious. But, also: unavoidable, efficient, and misunderstood. I’ve kept silent for awhile…
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Continue reading →: Blogiversary!
You know: every year this pops up, I wonder why I initiated this old blog in the summertime. It’s become my sabbatical period since. Oh, well; happy blogiversay to me. Thanks, again, to the lovely friends I’ve found in blogging. You’re the best!
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Continue reading →: Au Revoir, Encore
I caught the sunrise today. I felt surprised to see that it still rises; still drags the cold dark of nighttime sleep up and over the craggy white mountains and awaaaayyy–replacing cold and dark and sleep with warmth, light, and wakefulness. Hope. Purpose. Optimism. I haven’t felt much of the…
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Continue reading →: WINNER of the Terrible Poetry Contest: Valentine’s 2025Happy Commercial Holiday! ❤️ …last week. It’s still not too late to have fun at the expense of V-Day, the main catalyst of terrible poetry. The real question is: who wrote the most terriblest? Wellll… Untitled by Dumbestblogger Shall I compare thee to a horses neigh?Thou art so noisy and…
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