The Inner Monologue

Ah, the eternal struggle of the blogger: How do I make my posts more engaging? Should I write better? No, that’s too hard. Should I edit my ramblings into something coherent? Absolutely not—that’s why I have AI do it for me. (You’re welcome, by the way. My raw thoughts are like a Jackson Pollock painting made of words, and nobody needs that.)

But then, in a moment of misguided inspiration, I thought: Why stop at words? Let’s add pictures!

Now, I can’t draw. I mean, I could, but my artistic skills peaked in third grade with a very ambitious stick-figure dragon. So, naturally, I turned to AI. “Hey, robot overlord, read this post and make me a thumbnail!”

The Horror Begins

At first, it was fun. Like a twisted game of Mad Libs, the AI would interpret my post and vomit out an image. Then, through careful negotiation (“No, no, less nightmare fuel, more ‘quirky blog illustration’”), we’d land on something… acceptable.

I did this for a dozen posts, patting myself on the back for such innovation. Then I opened the blog to admire my handiwork.

Big mistake.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then what I had created was a thousand distractions. Every post now had a little AI-generated gremlin staring at you, screaming “LOOK AT ME INSTEAD OF THE WORDS YOU CAME HERE TO READ!”

The Harsh Reality

Here’s the thing: You and I? We’re readers. We like words. We pick up books that are 90% text and 10% “author photo that should have been cropped tighter.” We don’t need shiny objects to hold our attention—we’re not eight years old being bribed with picture books.

So, with the swiftness of a person who just realized they’ve been wearing their shirt inside-out all day, I deleted every last thumbnail.

The Lesson (Because Apparently There Has to Be One)

If you really want to see what AI thinks of my posts, go ahead—copy the text into your favorite image generator and ask for a thumbnail. Then sit back, watch the eldritch abomination unfold, and understand why I spent half my morning in regret.

Moral of the story: Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should. Especially if that something involves AI interpreting your writing as a prompt for surrealist clip art.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to my safe, thumbnail-less corner of the internet where words reign supreme. And if anyone suggests I try adding audio to my posts, I’m throwing my laptop into the sea.