At last.
Dylan gets to witness something he never suspected. In fact, Dylan's having a day he'll never forget.
This story begins here.
At last.
Dylan gets to witness something he never suspected. In fact, Dylan's having a day he'll never forget.
This story begins here.
It's been a while. Here is a full installment, hopefully I can wrap this story up in a few more entries.
Still making little progress with Dylan's story. I'm so tantalized by this AI technology but it's frustrating. Here are a couple of recent experiments.
Cricket is one of those sports that seems to develop the gluteal musculature admirably.
I've been trying to figure out if I can use AI in my work but it seems to be very hard. It took considerable post work to bring these up to an acceptable image and doing any kind of narrative of more than one frame would be almost impossible. It does produce lovely colors and textures and handsome men, but since it doesn't actually know what anything is or means, it makes egregious mistakes in every image. Frustrating.
Two meditations on the eternal problem of lateness in young men, and the joy it can bring to those in charge of them:
At last , somebody's getting spanked. Sorry about the delay, hopefully things can get back on some kind of schedule now. Hope everyone is having a good new year.
Despite having had lots of practice, it looks to me like the principal's technique isn't that great. We'll have to see if Dylan agrees.
The beginning is here.