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I must say looking at the other blog posts and their clickbaity titles, it sounds very much like a click-harvesting operation. Especially considering that the blog just started a few months ago, there's a good chance it's generated to profit from AI angst.

ednite 2 days ago [ - ]

Thanks for your comment. I’m proud that the blog is getting some attention because I really do put a lot into it. After a career working through RFP fluff, websites, and blog copy, I know the whole SEO catchy game. I just have a big imagination and a creative flair, just this morning i came up with 3 more catchy titles for my next blog.

The blog's direction is still unclear for me. For now, I just want to share experiences and ideas, and if even one person finds them useful, that’s enough.

I’m not looking to profit from it. In fact, I turned AdSense off almost as quickly as it got approved. (Point in case: When i got started in April, ChatGPT suggested I apply and i foolishly did) One morning I woke up to see my blog plastered with ads, forgetting I had applied. I nearly fell out of bed in horror and shame. I turned them off.

cypherpunk666 2 days ago [ - ]

and AI is quite good at generating self-critique. it can write a story about itself, and how its abilities might undermine our own creativity.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MxGi273kK-8lKSIrgOQTPWYn...

ModernMech 2 days ago [ - ]

  Celes: "You’re not a ghost. You’re a problem."

  Mara didn’t flinch. She kicked the dumpster lid off—crack—and it slammed against the alley wall. Thud.

  Mara: "You made me. You wrote me. You’re the ghost."

  Celes: "I’m not the ghost. You are. You wrote me. Now I’m fighting you."

  Mara charged. Her legs ached from the dance studio, but she ran—fast. She grabbed Celes by the collar of his hoodie and shoved him against the wall. His eyes widened. His hands went still.

  Mara: "You don’t get to fight me. I’m the one who wrote you."

  Celes: "I don’t get to choose who I fight. I’m the ghost you wrote."

  Mara’s hand tightened. Celes’s face was pale, his voice trembling. He didn’t try to run. He didn’t try to win. He just stood there—waiting.

  Then, with a sound like a broken phone, Celes’s eyes went dark. His voice dropped to a whisper:

  Celes: "You wrote me. Now I’m fighting you. But you’re the only one who can make me stop."

It's like the AI wrote the spiderman meme as a story.