"It was you. You were my ghost." (134)
An ugly, chilly, rainy day. Our high was only 56˚F, and much cooler air is finally on the way.
This morning I went with Spooky to Target. It was my first trip to any store of any sort since sometime in June 2020. It was overwhelming and horrible. And, you know, the horrid gaudiness of Big Box Xmas, on top of everything. I was entirely overwhelmed within fifteen minutes. Total sensory overload. By the time we got home, I actually had trouble getting out of the car. But. I have resolved to begin undoing the damage done to me by isolation and stress and neglect over the past thirty-five months. It is going to be slow. But I have to at least be able to handle going to Target before I can hope to make the trip from Birmingham to Providence.
Oh, and we stopped at Leaf and Petal nursery and looked at tiny (~1') live trees (potted), but they were $55, before the 10% sales tax, so that didn't happen.
The afternoon's film was Christopher Nolan's Interstellar (2014). Today's Lovecraft was "Herbert West - Reanimator," "The Moon Bog," and "The Music of Erich Zahn."
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This morning on Twitter Jeff VanderMeer posted:
AI art will never replace an actual designer and artist on a cover of any of my books while I am alive.
That this is even actually happening is a) almost impossible to believe and b) exactly what I would expect from many publishers. Anyway, I posted:
I'm going to repeat what @jeffvandermeer just said. As long as I am alive, no AI-generated art will appear on my books. Living, human artists only. And, for that matter, I will do whatever I can to prevent it after I die.
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I've started reading back over what I have done so far on the new Tinfoil Dossier novella. I'm liking it, which is a relief. But before I go back to work on that, I have to deal with the digest.
Have a look at the Big Cartel shop, please and thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:29 p.m.
This morning I went with Spooky to Target. It was my first trip to any store of any sort since sometime in June 2020. It was overwhelming and horrible. And, you know, the horrid gaudiness of Big Box Xmas, on top of everything. I was entirely overwhelmed within fifteen minutes. Total sensory overload. By the time we got home, I actually had trouble getting out of the car. But. I have resolved to begin undoing the damage done to me by isolation and stress and neglect over the past thirty-five months. It is going to be slow. But I have to at least be able to handle going to Target before I can hope to make the trip from Birmingham to Providence.
Oh, and we stopped at Leaf and Petal nursery and looked at tiny (~1') live trees (potted), but they were $55, before the 10% sales tax, so that didn't happen.
The afternoon's film was Christopher Nolan's Interstellar (2014). Today's Lovecraft was "Herbert West - Reanimator," "The Moon Bog," and "The Music of Erich Zahn."
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This morning on Twitter Jeff VanderMeer posted:
AI art will never replace an actual designer and artist on a cover of any of my books while I am alive.
That this is even actually happening is a) almost impossible to believe and b) exactly what I would expect from many publishers. Anyway, I posted:
I'm going to repeat what @jeffvandermeer just said. As long as I am alive, no AI-generated art will appear on my books. Living, human artists only. And, for that matter, I will do whatever I can to prevent it after I die.
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I've started reading back over what I have done so far on the new Tinfoil Dossier novella. I'm liking it, which is a relief. But before I go back to work on that, I have to deal with the digest.
Have a look at the Big Cartel shop, please and thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:29 p.m.