Grrrrr
OUR CLOCKS CHANGED LAST WEEKEND. As Uncle B can attest, this will be followed by weeks of me pissing and moaning about it. Please stop. Please pick one and stick to it. I don’t care which one.
The image is when I asked Grok for a picture of an angry stoat. Not bad.
I’ve been playing around with Grok images to include in some art for work. Sometimes, it’s spectacularly good. Sometimes it’s spectacularly weird.
I need a very specific image: a Medieval soldier sitting on a chair in a candlelit room as seen from below. It gave me some pretty good options, though I can’t seem to pound “as seen from below” into its thick skull.
And then it started making the soldier sit at a table with a weird little animal perched on it. Over an over again. Different soldier, different animal.
It swears that every time you ask it a question – unless you specify you’re modifying an earlier prompt – that it starts from scratch. Clearly not.
So I switched prompts and asked it for a picture of a Medieval peasant shovelling out a stable. It gave me a rather nice close-up picture of a fox. I typed “that’s not anything like what I asked for” and I got a snivelling apology.
Shit is weird, man.
March 31, 2025 — 5:28 pm
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