Every word on this site is written by me, I don’t even use spellcheck, buddy! I find a great deal of satisfaction in seeing red-squigglies under my text because I’m making human choices. Wordgarbage is my bittyditty lovelanguage and spaces are sometimes just in the way and perscribed grammar doesn’t know what it’s talking about. Let my wordthoughts snuggle up against each other and merge their beings into one, their sum even greater than their parts in whatever position in space and time as they want!
Okay, I’m sorry about that (kind of) but I genuinely enjoy reading, writting and expressing myself, and when other people express themselves and why the heck would anybody want that to go away and replace that with generative text copy/pasted from someone else, I just don’t fucking get it.
I have used generative “AI” for personal experiments and to fill up space on other practice websites while I learn and improve at web development. The first time I ever used chatGBT was in August 2025 for a college class that required it as a teaching moment for students, and in this class using ChatGBT, is where the basis for The Venusian Villa was conceived (you’ll find out about that later). It’s neat, it can genuinely be productive, and I found it’s pretty adicting, too, to generate content in breakneck times. I see it’s value, and in my gut I (like many others) feel that I can be responsible enough to use it ethically. But I’m probably wrong, and probably so is everybody else, because it’s not designed to be used responsibly — it’s designed to be addictive, to keep people coming back, and to ruthessly steal the creative fruits of real artists. So until we can figure that out probably nobody should use it.
It’s a tool, a new peice of technology, and with all technology there is always pushback and that is valid. But right now generative “AI” chatbot things are primarily used for evil at the expense of real, creative people who love being human but are too poor to defend themselves and everything that’s generated is generated at the cost of some poor artist somewhere.