capitalism kills the working class. and once the working class dies, so does everyone else. ai replacing humans actively works in favor of capitalism. if the working class is robots, it can not die. it can not rebel. it can not fight back against corruption. ai is not your friend. it can be a useful tool. a tool that easily gets abused. if you let it replace people, you are helping capitalism kill. ai should not be misused. it is dangerous. do not let capitalism kill.

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

I love people fucking up those little food delivery robots those things are the bane of my existence and I don't even live in a city that has them

there goes my favorite drawing software ...

i defended their plans for the version2 and all, bc i didnt see much wrong with it and liked csp alot, but i guess i should have become a hater back then already

after that one big mistake that sparked so much outrage they really said but how can we actually lose EVERYONE, they saw deviantart doing it and thought BET I CAN DO IT FASTER

(they say they dont use user data but are basing it on stable diffusion of all things, they literally only ask people to think morally/ethically when using it to not use stolen stuff like thats ever worked with anything ever, plus "we cant guarantee that there will be no copyright infringement" OH YOU DONT SAY)

love coming back online to see this shit

i wish AI art was more of a toy - something weird and silly to just play around with, as opposed to... what it's turned into. i remember the early days when people were just using it to generate horrifying-looking dogs, or laugh at what a computer thinks a flower looks like. the more advanced it becomes the less interesting i find it.

"oh hey i wonder what's going on with Duolingo, the tag is trending, i bet its more funny twee-"

at this point i think i've just about heard every argument there is to hear on this topic so i'm probably just going to make a masterpost about ai art addressing them all in one place because i think i've probably said everything there is to say

being a hobbyist artist and a professional in STEM is making me go utterly insane bc as an artist i have a visceral hatred of all things AI generated and it's so blatantly clear the danger it poses and cases where it already has been used to cause harm are extremely well known from day one but then you clock in to your job and a good chunk of your coworkers are like "yaaaay hooray yippee AI art i love it im going to use it to make figures for my upcoming paper yaaaay" and then i suffer an aneurysm and die

I have a lot of thoughts about ONK right now but the main one is how much I fucking LOVE Miyako. Her character development going from “I’m going to reveal the truth about these twins to the public so I can get tons of money” to “I love these kids as if they were my own and I know I can’t ever replace their mother but I will be here for them always” makes me want to fucking cry. She really girlbossed it up with Strawberry Productions too. I’d do anything for her

OH AND THIS WEIRD PACING IS BECAUSE OF THE SHORTENED SEASON TOO like you can definitely tell that alexi has tried to compress 18-22 episodes worth of storylines into 10 because how the fuck did we go from drama with tim not being on board with lucy’s uc to her not acing the test like she thought she would because of a biased cop to tim having some dark past brought up to a BREAK UP in like 5 episodes… and there’s like… never any transition between these storylines whatsoever??? what kind of fans do they think we are??

Wish fervent AI tech enthusiasts would understand that it's nice to manually do something (e.g make art on your own even if it's not up to par to what you'd like to make), because else your brain will rot.

I'm really glad Tumblr as a whole has turned against AI art. I remember speaking out against it in a post that blew up a little less than a year ago and getting a lot of angry leftists arguing that AI is actually very socialist and good for the worker, which was incredibly disheartening.

They went shopping

"the layoffs are because of AI" 🤓