I was put in “Facebook Jail” yesterday – yes, again. First, it was “for 24 hours,” meaning I shouldn’t be out yet. Then, when I looked again this morning, this ban had been lifted without explanation.
Twice, in the past week, I have engaged in conversations that I think are (possibly human-supervised) AI chatbots. So now, I’ve got them talking to each other.
A template to help simplify the drafting of a formal poem such as the ballade, sestina, villanelle, sonnets, or ghazals. For everyone who’s ever gnashed their teeth and said, “This may be the death of me, yet,” while writing one.