Computer, technology, writing

AI Said I’m Not For Everyone

I’m BACK!
(Daylight Savings and the first day of November blogging in the same day? Too much excitement.)

Hot take: it’s ok to have a love/hate relationship with AI.

In the last year, AI has deemed my resume and skills not a fit for numerous (and I mean, numerous) jobs; has created an abundance of creative flyers and ads for businesses that literally burn my corneas; and has ruined my love of – and perfectly executed use of– the em dash.

I had a job interview conducted by AI, and was constantly cut off mid-sentence by the robotic voice repeating everything I had said back to me before going on to ask me the next question.

I was completing a case study for another job opportunity, and was asked to disclose if and how I used AI to answer the questions.

And every piece of content I review for my clients that’s written by their marketing agencies, I have to rewrite so it sounds human.

And now, AI has an opinion on me and my blog.

I did a quick Google of my blog for funsies. This is what came up:

Can we analyze this for a hot second?

  • Humorous, honest, and vulnerable. Agree.
  • 800 blog posts! This is true, I found them at the end of last year.
  • Capturing her life as a DINK! This one made me laugh.
  • “She is currently compiling these past posts into a narrative for a future novel.” Even AI is pressuring me to write my novel.
  • “Pack of dogs” hahahaha
  • “The posts feature situational comedy about her family, like her husband doing unnecessary yard work right before hosting Thanksgiving.” THIS IS GOLD. See that, Mr. KK? Even AI knows you blow leaves!
  • Mid-life markers. Oh, AI, if you only knew.

So of course I asked AI if it was a good blog.

Hey, I’m bingeable! And clutter-free!

(Also, AI is really hammering it home that Mr. KK obsessively mows the lawn right before a holiday.)

Look at all this nice things that AI is saying about me. I’m raw and authentic! AI thinks I’m funny! Reading my writing feels like reading an email from an old friend. Aw, AI, I’m blushing!

And then, AI gets real.

Hold on a minute, AI.

I have plenty of recipes in my blog! Cocktails! Stuffed artichokes!

And you want life hacks? How about how to eat out with a toddler?

Also, “If you miss the early 2010s era of blogging…” Ouch.

So it seems if you prefer curated and educational content, you should move along, I’m not the blog for you.

However, if you’re interested in reading about how life is sometimes messy, how middle school is a transformer machine, ridiculous job hunting stories, and my intimate POV on our broken healthcare system, follow along all month long!

Life, memoir, memories, NaBloPoMo, writing

I Uncovered 800 Blog Posts

Before I began writing this blog in 2018, I had two other blogs on a now-defunct hosting platform.

I started my first blog in 2007, while at work. My schedule as a writer was so unpredictable, I would sometimes find myself waiting on art directors to design, supervisors to approve, or clients to give feedback. During those lulls, I would write…about anything and everything. The first time I was ma’amed. The girl at the gym who blew dried her hair wearing only a parka. The time our channels were getting crossed and demonic dialog from X-rated shows would blare from our TV. You know, regular life stuff. I wrote that blog until 2013, about 600 posts in total.

For reasons I can’t remember now, I started a new blog in 2014. This was the year that Little Mister was born, so maybe I wanted to shed my childless leash on life writing for more mature subject matter? This blog had about 200 posts, which took me right up until I bought my domain on WordPress and started THIS blog.

The first blog was easy to find – I remembered the URL immediately. Oh, to scroll through my life as a thirty-something DINK (look it up if you need to!). The snark! The unlimited time on my hands every weekend. (You guys, there were weekends when I did nothing. Like, I woke up and thought, ‘What should I do today? nobody is counting on me, I have nowhere to be and nothing to do. today is all about ME’!)

The second blog was harder to find. I could not remember the URL to save my life. This could be because much of that blog was written when Little Mister was a baby and toddler and I was tired all the time with zero energy. Unlike now, where I’m tired most of the time and have 10% energy.

Lying in bed this morning – awake at 4:30am with my arm pins and needles because I was sleeping awkwardly around Bruno, who was sharing my pillow and snoring loudly – I had an epiphany on how to find my old blog. And while I will not reveal my secrets, I FOUDN IT. There it was, all the honesty of becoming a mom, raising a baby, going back to work, and losing a little of myself in the process. 200 more posts.

But what reading those posts did for me, was remind me that I am a pretty good writer. And that being laid off – which had nothing to do with my performance – HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH MY PERFORMANCE. My blogs are funny, honest, and vulnerable. They are, well, me.

What does this mean? Well, it means that I’m going to take a day and read through all 800 posts and just enjoy them. There are blogs about my grandparents, who have all passed away. Funny stories about our parents. Anecdotes of Little Mister pooping himself so badly as a baby that I had to cut off his onesie.

Then, I’m going to pick out the posts that fit the narrative of my future novel, and start putting them into a document. And shaping them into a story. And hopefully get one step closer to putting something meaningful together.