this is probably the depression talking

Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the fact that my titanium bones make me a human barometer who detects every change in said weather with screaming bone pain. Maybe it's the end of the school year. Maybe it's a lot of things. But: Today, I have a hefty case of "what is the use?" when it comes to our AI future. This crap machine has taken over EVERYTHING. I've nearly given up on the Web because there's so little that isn't offensive to look at or read. It's not only that I can't trust information; it's that it's actually painful to behold AI-generated crap. Gremlin's mom's neighborhood association sent out flyers announcing a new brick entrance sign project. The flyer was AI. The back had a "picture" of the proposed finished product. The picture was also AI. Included on the order form was a diagram of the finished project, showing which sizes of bricks went where and what they'd cost. This is the only thing I suspected was not AI-generated. It looked like someone in charge of design…