Me, every year for the last fifteen years: Ah, so this is the age when my body really starts to fall apart.

Me: give me an artist's statement for my exciting new sandpaper toilet tissue

ChatGPT:
Artist's Statement:

In the realm where innovation meets the tactile experience of everyday life, I present my groundbreaking creation: the Sandpaper Toilet Tissue. This unconventional medium challenges traditional perceptions of comfort and hygiene, inviting individuals to reconsider the mundane rituals of personal care.

Inspired by the juxtaposition of luxury and discomfort, the Sandpaper Toilet Tissue transcends the boundaries of conventional bathroom products. The coarse texture encourages a heightened awareness of the physical self, engaging users in a sensory exploration that goes beyond the ordinary. This deliberate departure from the softness we associate with bathroom essentials encourages contemplation about the choices we make in pursuit of comfort.

In a world saturated with products designed for maximum ease and pleasure, the Sandpaper Toilet Tissue serves as a bold reminder of the resilience of the human spirit. It prompts us to question the societal norms that dictate our preferences and challenges us to embrace the unfamiliar. Through this artistic endeavor, I seek to provoke conversations about comfort, resilience, and the boundaries we set for ourselves in the pursuit of pleasure.

As users navigate the unexpected sensation of the Sandpaper Toilet Tissue, they are invited to reflect on the nature of comfort and discomfort, sparking a dialogue that transcends the confines of the bathroom. This project aims to provoke thought, disrupt the status quo, and elevate the discourse surrounding the choices we make in our daily lives.

Ultimately, the Sandpaper Toilet Tissue is more than a practical product; it is a bold artistic statement intended to ignite contemplation and reshape perceptions. Embrace the discomfort, challenge the norm, and embark on a journey of self-discovery with every use.

Now that's dark.

Let's listen to Haim!

You're welcome.

Move over drag queens, the right has given its cult a new object to hate:

“Mickey Mouse has to become a Nazi. He has to. Because Disney is a very, very evil corporation that wants to trans your kids and fill their heads with all sorts of crazy ideas, and Disney’s gotta go,”

...

“Disney is really, really bad,” Knowles continued. “And so, one of the best things that we can do right now is make the Disney characters toxic. And coincidentally, call it providentially, whatever it is, the Disney character is now in the public domain.”

Me: write a rap about clams

ChatGPT

(Verse 1)
Yo, let me tell you 'bout a creature from the sea,
Living in the ocean, where it's wild and free.
They may be small, but they got the flavor,
Shell-shocked beats, like a sonic savior.

Clams in the sand, where they bury deep,
In their underwater world, secrets they keep.
Filter-feeding masters, cleaning the tide,
Underneath the waves, where they like to hide.

(Chorus)
Clams in the rhythm, beats in the shell,
Underneath the ocean, where the stories swell.
Shells clackin', waves slappin', in this aquatic realm,
They're the unsung heroes, in the ocean's helm.

(Verse 2)
Ocean symphony, with a clam as the lead,
Shells making music, planting the seed.
From the sandy dance floor to the coral reef,
Clams in the groove, giving us relief.

They're the architects, building homes below,
In the underwater cities, where the cool currents flow.
With a slurp and a slide, they filter the brine,
Living in the ocean, in perfect design.

(Chorus)
Clams in the rhythm, beats in the shell,
Underneath the ocean, where the stories swell.
Shells clackin', waves slappin', in this aquatic realm,
They're the unsung heroes, in the ocean's helm.

(Bridge)
From the ocean's deep to the shore's edge,
Clams bridging gaps, from ledge to ledge.
They may not talk, but they got a tale,
In every ocean breeze, in every salty gale.

(Verse 3)
Clams in the spotlight, shining in the sand,
With a subtle elegance, that's hard to understand.
Under the moonlight, in a watery trance,
They're the rhythm keepers, leading the dance.

So next time you're by the beach, hear the beat,
Clams in the background, making it sweet.
In the world of the ocean, where they roam,
Clams bring the rhythm, in their underwater home.

(Chorus)
Clams in the rhythm, beats in the shell,
Underneath the ocean, where the stories swell.
Shells clackin', waves slappin', in this aquatic realm,
They're the unsung heroes, in the ocean's helm.

Graham's number is a large number that arose as an upper bound on the answer of a problem in the mathematical field of Ramsey theory. It is much larger than many other large numbers such as Skewes's number and Moser's number, both of which are in turn much larger than a googolplex. As with these, it is so large that the observable universe is far too small to contain an ordinary digital representation of Graham's number, assuming that each digit occupies one Planck volume, possibly the smallest measurable space. But even the number of digits in this digital representation of Graham's number would itself be a number so large that its digital representation cannot be represented in the observable universe. Nor even can the number of digits of that number—and so forth, for a number of times far exceeding the total number of Planck volumes in the observable universe. Thus Graham's number cannot be expressed even by physical universe-scale power towers of the form a^bcd.,

This was generated by Playground.AI.

The prompt was "assplay".

That site has some strict filters on the kinds of prompts it will allow, so I was poking around with various prompts to see what its boundaries are. I really wasn't expecting it to give me an image for 'assplay'; or if it did that it would be something about donkeys. But it gave me... that.

The concept of 'generations' - that we can know a person's behavior if we know they were born between the years A and B - is modern-day astrology.

Prove me wrong.