kind of a short neck for a weasel
MidJourney. The prompt was “an angry berserker weasel running at the camera, mouth open, waving a sword.” A miss, I think.
I was proud of the image I wrung out of AI for my book cover, so I sent it off to my new boss last night. Didn’t hear anything back. Finally sent a timid WhatsApp asking if it arrived.
Meh. He has moral qualms about AI. Energy consumption and copyright infringement.
Dear reader, I think my boss just might be a virtue-signalling twat.
Posted: April 16th, 2025 under artwork, personal.
Comments: 8
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Comment from OldFert
Time: April 16, 2025, 7:17 pm
A virtue-signalling twat? Your boss is a royal?
Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: April 16, 2025, 7:38 pm
I’m surprised the non-Muslim portions Old Blighty aren’t burning down today.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: April 16, 2025, 10:03 pm
Doing “Redwall” book covers now?
I’d have said “Martin the Warrior” for this one.
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 17, 2025, 12:41 am
Moral qualms about AI? Really?! Does he have any other moral qualms that you know about, such as about Pakistani grooming/rape gangs? How about arrest, conviction, punishment for praying silently in public? Telling someone to speak English?
Ok. Sorry. Sometimes things get to me. I’ll try to be better.
Comment from Veeshir
Time: April 17, 2025, 4:35 am
That looks more like a shrew.
A female shrew, or a gelded one I guess..
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: April 17, 2025, 1:29 pm
There are no dangly bits in hero art.
How the classical heroes fought buck naked is beyond me, especially since every guy knows the quickest way to drop another guy is to get in an effective hit on the dangly bits.
Comment from Jon
Time: April 17, 2025, 4:05 pm
Best AI you’ve shared yet! I think it tends to do better with nonhuman characters, or perhaps I’m more forgiving sinc there is less uncanny valley effect.
Comment from Anonymous
Time: April 17, 2025, 4:44 pm
The Mouse That Roared…
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