A Touch of Human….
The items I’m listing here are gift items that are great for Xmas and beyond, with one common theme — all of them have been touched by human hands, crafted by biological entities, artisaned by actual artists.
It takes years to master watercolor, sculpting, oil painting, etching and other art practices, and an equal amount of time for most artistic endeavors, including AI, of course. You learn over time, but human-produced art is very different from AI art, however clever and exquisitely detailed it may be. Continue reading
What You’ll Need When the Shit Comes Down
50 years ago, when I wrote “Slime Wars”, I said — somewhere in the 300,000 word science fiction novel — that people wouldn’t believe my visions of nazis, tanks and soldiers on the streets of America, until they could see it for themselves, at which point, it’s too late.
Well, too late or not, you’d better brace yourself and at least minimally prepare for a short period of inconvenience and short supply which could easily extend through a period of some 30-40 years of constant combat.
Fascist Lullaby
If You Don’t Vote, Don’t Bitch.
I have no voice. It doesn’t bother me, but it’s quite noticeable.
Whenever I do speak, write, sing, act, dance, write, meditate, paint, draw, sketch or sculpt, there’s no measurable impact on anything or anyone.
I’m not a tweeter, but if I were a tweeter, I could literally tweet my ass off and be assured that nobody will ever read it — and that’s just fine by me, or it was fine by me, until Donald Trump’s name became a household word, like “slopbucket”. Continue reading
What’s Old???
People are always asking “What’s new?”, when they really should be asking “What’s old?” — what I mean is, the old stuff keeps coming back, kind of like deja-vu all over again.
I had in mind creating a sort of shooting gallery in the GoDD™ Game Engine, like a single room with thousands of zombies, all attacking more or less at once. Continue reading
It’s Thursday Again
It’s Thursday again. The same thing happens to me every week, and I don’t know what’s causing it. I figure if I ignore it long enough, it will go away, but it never does.
And Thursday isn’t the only day giving me problems. Continue reading
Bad News Everywhere
Did it ever occur to you that you could openly wear a magical sigil promoting anything from a personal protective bubble to humanity’s immediate peace and prosperity? Well, you can, as illustrated by this elaborate and highly detailed protective “magical eyes” energy-emitting handbag tote in the photo above. Continue reading
Saturday Workshop Time