by the grace of god (lol) i wasn’t raised catholic despite being of irish and italian descent and living in the boston area. and yet here i am, having a loudly enthusiastic discussion with my very protestant mother about the pope’s 42k word screed against ai in which he quotes tolkien just to really stick it to the silicon valley shitheads who co-opted his ideas for their evil surveillance tech

save me zentangle. save me

weird experience that i’m having more and more is reading a fic and not being able to decide if the author used ai or if they have (unwittingly or not) read so much ai-produced slop that it has severely altered their writing style, for the worse.

restraining myself from leaning forward and asking the uber driver what exactly about my outfit says ‘white girl who likes radio pop country music’ bc that is not the vibe i intended to give off at all

objectively very very funny to open the bookmarks on my wip to try to motivate myself to work on it and see that the most recent bookmark is from two days ago, untagged, with a note that simply says "7.5/10"