Phil Foglio, a man I once purchased pornography from ironically, recently posted about the list of artists MidJourney proudly used in their training model. He's suggesting that he has a good lawyer. For my part, I was delighted to learn that my own name was on the list! I thought maybe I was just drafting on Gabriel's potent comet, but this list has revealed to me that I am a co-equal creator and it's time to take the fore.

No matter what it is, no matter how rude, egregious, or illegal, there is always going to be some creature crouched at the periphery ready to materialize downthread to prostrate themselves before arbitrary corporate dominion.

Sometimes in order to get around the flagrant theft inherent in a product like Midjourney, an AI enthusiast will suggest that an artist should train their own AI using their own work. This way the AI could make art for them you see, freeing them up to do other things. This shows an incredible lack of understanding when it comes to art. What artists want to do is make art. This is like having an AI eat fresh cookies for you or smell a flower. We enjoy making art. We like to draw and create things. You are trying to get rid of the good part you idiots! Use AI to remove the drudgery from our lives, not the joy. 

Gabriel had never heard of Kala, The Suburban Mine Lady, and writing it that way makes her seem like a League of Legends champ. And shit man, maybe she is. She seems like she has an ult of some kind.

I’ve got to say not being on Twitter has been very refreshing. It’s true I’m still posting artwork over on my Instagram but the vibe there is so different. Instead of being flooded with spicy hot takes, I just see a feed of art and inspiration from creators I like. 

We've been playing Lethal Company in various configurations, one of which being a four person crew entirely composed of Krahuliks. My daughter's Role Playing group is laying it with the More Company mod, just to fit all them in. I have experiences I want to detail here in more detail, but until then here is something novel that everybody gets to learn the hard way.

Morach watched Rebel Moon, which he assured me was "one of the moon-types." It's a Zach Snyder movie, which I guess is sort of a genre. I don't hate his movies automatically, and some of them I think are much better than are given credit for. But it does involve recognizing his motives.

Rebel Moon was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen. I say this as someone who generally really enjoys Zack Snyder movies. In fact his Justice League cut is one of my favorite films of all time. Rebel Moon though…woof.

The Merriest of Christmii to you, on this, the hour of the nascent God Seed. I haven't been to church in a while so I'm not up on everything that happened in the last season - the last episode I saw (S2 E27, "Revelations") was pretty hardcore. It was sort of a reboot situation? Honestly, it needed it; this thing has been running longer than One Piece. But, as for today's strip, please enjoy this return to the days of our youth.

For Christmas, I got you a time capsule from the dangerous days of yore

I feel very badly for the folks affected by this nasty Insomniac leak. As someone who makes things for a living, I can say that having your work seen before it’s ready really fucking sucks. It’s like someone tasting your dough instead of a finished loaf of bread. I have to imagine it’s only made worse by the fucking glee with which what passes for games journalism these days has reported on every detail. Certainly reporting that someone's pants have been pulled down is in line with their job description, but detailed articles about the color and state of the victims underwear seems ghoulish to me. 

We have attempted to catalogue the means by which Reacher frontman Alan Ritchson became some kind of noble gorilla warrior king. But, let me reveal now: the comic strip and its contents are intended primarily as a vector for mirth. They are not intended to represent an authentic technique for bulking, or even becoming yolked. It's not possible to become a man-god in this way. For one, the arm that was lifting Gabriel would see no change whatsoever. The arm that was lifting me would mount a bicep the size and, indeed, rigidity of a bike helmet.

I may not be on Twitter anymore but I’m still full of musings. Here’s what I would have written on there, if I was still on there. 

Essentially, Twitter just sorta makes Mike feel bad. I know a few people who have decided that it wasn't improving their lives, and escaped; Laura Frohmwerk and Kris Straub are both exploring Blue Skies and Tickity Toks and seem to be having more fun than they were previously. Or, at any rate, their actions aren't feeding Twitter's in-house AI bot or providing value and interest to someone they despise. There were many discrete thresholds where Morak might have decided that this was "his stop," and leave, but ultimately I think it was the return of Alex Jones that he couldn't abide.

I think it's important to establish a few things regarding this Hasbro Wizards stuff, just because they're counterintuitive. It's simultaneously more complex and much more simple, depending on the angle you view it from.

Our initial writing on Monday's strip was wide-ranging, and had a couple lines I couldn't leave well enough alone. So, one brief exhumation later…