Ode to the Jobby
In quiet moments, none can flee,
The call of nature’s destiny.
A humble jobby, small and round,
The porcelain chamber makes its sound.
From lavish feasts to simple fare,
We all must leave our offerings there.
A shared humanity, strange but true,
The act we all, in turn, must do.
The papers crisp, the flush profound,
The swirls of water spinning round.
And once it's done, a brief relief,
A jobby’s journey—oh, so brief!
Though seldom praised in verse or prose,
The jobby comes, the jobby goes.
So here’s a toast to what we leave,
A universal, sly reprieve.
G.P. Thomson
C Moon
People fear AI, particularly creative people, and I sort of understand why even though I don't agree. As I keep saying AI is just a tool. It's not sentient it's just software that recognises patterns and uses those recognised patterns to replicate a process. Humans are the dangerous ones. If you look down through history most radical new technology is met with suspicion and fear. Anyway I like to try and confuse image creating AI software when I can and I think I succeeded with the four images below. I fed in a verse from Paul McCartney's song C Moon. If you know the song it has a Carroll-esque type lyric which is perfect for confusing AI. Fear thee not.
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