The Bitching Files

Holy shit, I didn’t plan on giving an introduction, but the automatically generated AI gabble that sounds nothing like me spit out the following:

“There is always something to complain about: a tiny inconvenience, a baffling bit of everyday nonsense, or one of those moments that seems to demand a full retelling. Pen and paper has its charm, but sometimes typing into the void feels easier—and a little more fun when someone might read it.

That is what The Bitching Files is for: collecting the gripes and observations that might otherwise stay in your head. Pull up a chair, bring your own harmless pet peeves, and see if anything here sounds familiar.” -creepy unasked for AI editing

And this, delightfully, has given me a complaint prompt I never knew I needed. All I typed for a description, verbatim, is, “Because there is always something to complain about, and while pen and paper is good, typing into the void and possibly being read is more alluring and convenient.”

Only at my most pompous moments would I type like that AI- Okay, I often do type kinda of like that, but I’m just getting back into the saddle of posting anything I write on the internet, which hasn’t been for several years now, and I was simply wanting to post a simple, unwordy mini-rant. Ah well, I love typing.

Anyway, whatever you are called AI, please cease and desist. I do my own typing, use my own words, and proper or improper grammar if I so choose. Playing with words is fun, tinkering with sentence structure is a little puzzle, and projecting a voice that is all of your own creation is a blast. STOP TRYING TO ROB ME OF JOY.

Until next post, which I originally created an account for a few minutes ago.

But, BEWARE, I never plan anything I write, other than in the vaguest sense, and nothing comes out how I expect, for better or worse. “Hey, I’ll write something upbeat!’ *an hour later* “Oh dear Gods, what maudlin drivel have my fingers just wrought?!”