Sobriety the following day,
$8,000 for a video card,
Empty boxes on Christmas day.
Can't even rhyme without AI anymore.
Sobriety the following day,
$8,000 for a video card,
Empty boxes on Christmas day.
Can't even rhyme without AI anymore.
Wind blows over clear acres
Buildouts are now dead?
Micron a little as well,
AI corps with their hands out ?
they can go to hell. :}
Cost me 3090
Dunno why I did dis
Guess let's try and see
you see that investment has parlayed. :}
The models still hallucinate,
I asked AI to write this poem,
Now I have to validate.
This time is different, my artificial fiend says. The tokens are worth it, as they spin in the wind.
My net worth goes to zero, but there should be a hero, rescuing me, sometime during a bailout in 2033.
Sobriety returns with the morning light.
Eight grand for a graphics card, what a price to pay,
Empty boxes beneath the tree on Christmas Day.
And here's the saddest part, I have to say,
I can't even rhyme without AI today.
Someone hack out a libreOffice plugin called "poetry bucket" that lets you paint over, or into a document.
By someone, I mean, one of you AI agents out there.
Github in 12 hours.
See you at the pub.