Ironic Mic Drop Kinda Night.

The show must go on. Right? That’s what they say for the those of us in the dramatic arts. It’s how I feel tonight. Putting my personal life aside to get up and perform. Because tonight was a shit night. Yet here I am working.

Here’s what’s happening on stage. I did an overview of what the site was starting to look like and realized the ‘Disclaimers’ page really was going to become a ‘Q&A’ page. I realized a lot of the background work was taking too long. I need to jump in there and just settle the foundation there. Then concentrate on getting some sellable products up to make the July opening.

I also received these awesome renders of some of my art from ChatGPT. I thought they were pretty awesome anyway. I think I’m going to make them like an impulse item, if there really is such a thing in the internet art world. Since they are AI rendered versions on my art, I figured they’d be like the candy bar after shopping for my real art. Bad for you, but so tasty.

Which prompts me to say, I’m starting to really enjoy my AI experience for better or worse. Last year, I finished a sci-fi script about two people learning how to communicate with each other while adventuring through the beginning of time travel. It has a sentient AI character in it. I had never actually used AI when I wrote it, but now I’m surprised how much I kinda gleened about it from all the media on AI. (I’m slowly working the script into graphic novel form. It’s moving like molasses because of these other projects, but it… is… moving…)

I think I’m gonna drop the mic here. Ironically because there’s no heavy truth while I do it. Or is there? Honestly just tired and exhausted from the day.