The rest of the week he is taking up space
I am not sleeping enough to write thoughtfully about any of the things I would like to, good or bad. I just backed a Kickstarter from the Paleontological Research Institution because I think a stuffed plush Dunkleosteus is one of the nicest birthday presents I could give myself. The stack of library books beside my bed now contains a copy of Elizabeth Goudge's Green Dolphin Street (1944) and a matching DVD of the 1947 film is waiting on my desk because I have decided to do this thing to myself. It's true they aren't good, but I'm not actually sure these examples of AI-written poetry are Vogon-level bad; I've seen worse from teenagers who just discovered e.e. cummings.

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DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT.
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(I still remember when I wrote "The Pirate Captain's Daughter," which features pirates who use poetry-magic to navigate, a reviewer complained that the story didn't include actual poetry examples. I thought, given how terrible poets many epic fantasy writers are, she would have been GRATEFUL I didn't inflict my poetry on the reader! Haha.)
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hooray