Where did that left turn come from?

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Through the magic of AI, I have been able to fully visualize what my big grey cat thinks he looks like when he is rolling around on my desk.  However, we all know he looks like this:


I post this as I have been playing with AI generated images and text.  If you think AI is a fad, you are so wrong.  Are we moving too fast without good guardrails because AI is the gold rush of the next generation? Yes...  I would say my generation's gold rush was the Dotcom/Internet rush.  It made a lot of people, broke a lot of people, and the same with business and industry.  

I wonder sometimes if my grandparents were as leery of the TV as I am of AI.  I meant that statement to show that I might be afraid simply for the sake of the unknown, but I am concerned about what we will do and what will happen if we truly get to the singularity or hell just simply AGI (though there are some that say we are already there).

With all that, I have been enjoying researching and utilizing the AI platforms I have access to, including running my own at home through the magic of my old gaming system, a used video card, and Ollama.  All interesting stuff and if you are still in the work force and plan to be for 3-5 more years and you are still thinking that AI won't affect you, you should probably think again.

Since, as you can tell, I remain in a mood where I don't feel like writing (when I have time for it) - so upsetting that I have some interesting ideas and then I lose them as soon as I sit down at the computer.  With that said, I will leave you with an AI generated story about my dog and the gift that was English muffin crumbs (I prodded with some creative language requirements, but the AI did a pretty damn good job of writing a 3-paragraph story from my dog's point of view about the human giving me crumbs).

AI Generated Text:

There I sat, eyes wide with anticipation as my human's fingers danced around their English muffin. Suddenly, like a delicious rain, crumbs began to fall, cascading gently to the floor. Each tiny morsel sparkled in the light, promising a burst of buttery, crumbly delight. I darted forward, my nose twitching with excitement as the first crumb landed softly on my tongue.

With every crumb, my tail wagged faster, a rhythmic celebration of this unexpected bounty. The floor, now a treasure map, guided my eager snout from one crumb to the next. Each piece I licked up was a burst of savory wonder, a testament to the magic that my human's breakfast could bestow. I reveled in the simple joy of these fleeting moments, each crumb a tiny testament to our shared world of tastes and smells.

As the last crumb disappeared, I licked my lips in contentment, my eyes still fixed on my human in hopeful anticipation. The floor, now clean, was a canvas ready for the next sprinkle of delicious rain. I curled up at their feet, my belly warm and happy, dreaming of future crumbs and the delightful rain they would bring.

For now, I'm good (MMGA).

- JJ


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