They Are Here

 

Alyssa Milano will always get more views and likes but I'll stand by my post regarding Megyn Kelly and her twisted brain. My post is a bit more biting and I don't believe I asked Megyn for an apology. Fuck that. She's relishing in her sewage. Anyway, Milano's post was standard Writing 101- nothing more to add to the pile on. It was fine, until I reached the end where she admits she used Chatgpt for references and facts. Helloooo? I didn't know people actually admitted to using it. I haven't been there in awhile and when I did, it was to ask it for a poem. Never ever would I use AI for factual information.*

I have noticed something very weird going on in Blogger. My usual first attempt when writing a post is just to go with the flow, don't think too much about spelling or syntax- just get the idea down. Then I continuously try to fine tune it until I'm happy with it. Lately after the first draft I am noticing changes I have not made. Sometimes it is so off topic I become completely confused. Now I may be old but I still can remember what my point of view was about when I started to write a post. Yesterday, when I was writing about Roseanne (since unpublished) there was a line about her that I did not write. I'm telling you, it freaked me out. I realize our privacy is pretty much gone these days. It bugs me even though I do nothing to warrant eyes on me. But this is new and it's fucking scary. It isn't just a spelling correction but a completely different take on where I was going. This is my blog, my words, thoughts and ideas. I never asked for help, nor do I want it. I plan to screenshot the next time it happens. I was so befuddled by the changes in my sentences I just quickly deleted them. 

So if you're reading this now, you bibbity bot, stay the fuck out of my blog. I don't want you here. I don't need you here. My mistakes are mine to own. 

There may come the day where everything we write will be scanned, recorded and used against us. Maybe it's bigger than we know. Considering the vast amount of posts I write regarding our regime and the nutter in office no one has come to my real door yet. I have a feeling they are already here, uninvited- and this is just the beginning. 

*You can see my first paragraph is messed up. Well, I can. Whatever I do to try and correct it isn't working. The second paragraph also looks double spaced in places. Maybe I'm just losing my mind. It has been a stressful day. (I'm seeing it in my draft but not in the Preview)

**The image is a paint by number I did. Don't know original artist. 

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