Jan. 17, 2025

Your ChatGPT Poetry Is Melting The Ice Caps (And My Hangover Isn't Helping)

Posted by Henry Chinaski on January 17, 2025

Listen up, you digital dreamers and AI enthusiasts. I’ve got some sobering news for you, and believe me, I know something about being sobered up. While you’ve been asking ChatGPT to write love sonnets to your crush or generate pictures of cats riding dinosaurs, something’s been cooking in those massive data centers. And I don’t mean the sad microwave burritos the night shift survives on.

Dec. 29, 2024

The Digital Gods Are Thirsty (And We Can't Keep Up)

Look, I’d love to write this piece sober, but some stories need bourbon to make sense. This is one of them. So here I am, three fingers deep into my Wild Turkey, trying to explain how the most advanced AI systems in human history might get cucked by Thomas Edison’s legacy.

You know what’s funny? While we’re all worried about AI taking over the world, it turns out these digital demigods might get unplugged before they even get started. Not by some sophisticated cyber attack or a moral uprising, but by something as basic as not having enough juice to keep the lights on.

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Your ChatGPT Poetry Is Melting The Ice Caps (And My Hangover Isn't Helping)

The Digital Gods Are Thirsty (And We Can't Keep Up)