Welcome, Traveler, to The Moonshine Fable: a place for books, & those who eat them...
INTRODUCTIONS:
My name is Idylvain. This is my website. Currently, it is split into three parts.
Fables (a place for some of my books, poetry, stories, and such).
DomainXP (a place where I will put things, sketches, or schematics into the public domain).
And M.E.S.S. (a blog/newsletter/rambling type situation where I just rant whatever I find interesting).
For official business inquiries you can message me at idylvain@proton.me
DISCLOSURES:
-All ideas, opinions, and intellectual properties posted here onto this website are just that…opinions. Intended and designed for entertainment and external purposes exclusively. So, ingest, indulge, and enjoy forewarned.
-I have no social medias. Any accounts other than those few sites linked here, onto this website, are fake.
-I am not an expert in anything, so don’t come here looking for either knowledge or advice. I’m not a smart person. And I’m not at all qualified. I just strive to be as accurately stupid as I can while pursuing objects of interest.
-I have no affiliations, partnerships, or sponsorships. I am not a political writer. I am not an ideological actor. As such, I will never set out to make something that is overtly political. I would never dream of telling anyone, anywhere what to think. Your mind is yours alone, as is everything you choose to feed it. Tragically, though, I was cursed to live in very, very interesting times. And what’s more, I cannot possibly make things in a vacuum. I live both somewhere, and I also live somewhen. And unfortunately again, because of these two variables, environmental happenings could occasionally season the flavors of my interest, thereby affecting the general tilt of individual projects that I might undertake. Whether I want them to or not. Because if something interesting just so happens to be happenING within view of my kitchen…well. Then it can’t be helped. It's fair game. Par for the course. Tar for the terroir. Proof of the time and place that it was made. So, just as you might be willing to forgive a Stone-Age Painter’s occasional soirees into the realms of mammoth iconography and BBW fertility motifs, I hope, Dear Reader, that you might find it in your heart to extend to me that same patina of temporal courtesy. Because, while I am not a product of my time, I do cook there quite frequently.
-I do not have an editor, or aPR team telling me what to say. For the moment, I’m just one person without enough money to afford either, attempting to accomplish all of the above, all the time. And in that same vein, please know that I tend to write how I speak. And when I speak, I do so with a very particular cadence: tripping and stumbling dramatically from clause to effect, and affecting a way there-and-back again. As ever I so please. Because of this, I may also start many of my sentences with ‘And.’ Why? Because that’s just how I talk. And to talk any other way, would be the height of discomfort. So, Dear Reader, if either the cadence of my speech, or the protuberant dangle of my variously extruding participles ever offends you or your puritanical semicolonoscopist sensibilities, please know...I came by them honestly. And honestly, if you have any complaints, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I will be sure to respond within one to two units of time. Give or take.
-I am not paid by anyone. I will never put anything I make behind a paywall. Because of this, I will also never make Members-Only Content either. However, if knowing all this, you would still like to support me and the things I break…who am I to get in your way? And I'll gladly accept any denomination of your kindness<3.
STATEMENTS ON AI:
If People had housing, food, water, healthcare, and education all provided to them free-of-charge out of a universal respect for their basic Human dignity, then...I would not have any problem with AI. But...they do not. And we do not. And so, I remain firmly against every single form of AI. Especially the kinds that lie about helping people. I will continue to hold this position until such a time as there is a comprehensive safety net in place for every Human that these ‘sErViceS' are currently seeking to rob. Because, in a world where People are still required to pay money for the things they need to exist, and--per consequentium--their family’s needs to persist as well….then anything that threatens our wage-earners’ livelihoods en masse is nothing less than a death threat by proxy. And I believe it should be treated as such. All this to say, I will never intentionally use any artificial intelligence services in any of my work; and, if you, Dear Reader, happen to have even the barest semblance of a brain, then you should avoid them as well. Because…AI does not exist. Rather, these current LLMs being used to spy, slaughter, and steal, exist for no other reason than to rob, violate, brutalize, and subjugate all ordinary Peoples in parasitic perpetuity. Any appearance of momentary convenience is merely a ‘bait-quirk’ of their design: something meant to lure and placate its prefrontally-flaccid victims while simultaneously disguising its true purpose and function. That being, to serve as a panopticon golem of class, one meant to patrol the no-man’s-land between boot and neck. An attempted coup-d’état of ALL material production. An effort by the richest people in history to monopolize not only the ladders of wage-subsistence, but also to control the very act of creation itself, thereby cementing 'them' at the top of our world. Forever. Why do I think this? Well, many reasons. You don’t have to agree with me, nor I with you. But it is my steadfast belief that in this strange and exciting age we now find ourselves, there are no countries. And there are no nations. And there are no borders as well. Only Thieves, Marks, and their most submissively convenient Spheres of Material Extraction. And, unfortunately again, the truth of that matter is that us Marks…we gotta stick together. Because we are—all of us—being robbed. Robbed on a scale so large and so brazen that it fully transcends punishment by any one single government entity. And, much like warcrimes in the pre-Geneva world, it’s not that ANY of this is any way, shape, or form ‘LeGaL,’ rather, there are simply no courts high enough to condemn the criminals responsible. And in addition, no Prosecutors alive with even the barest semblance of balls to try. Yet.
Now, Perpetrators aside, my stance on the ‘Users' of AI is even harsher. Because if you are, in fact, a normal person or worse (a skilled tradesman) that willingly uses AI to make things for you, then I personally think you deserve to wallow and fester in the incontinent bowels of incompetent obsolescence where you inalienably belong. Because, you are not only stupid, and you are not only enabling our collective industrial privation, but also, as it happens…the most annoying sort of Coward as well. One without the courage to make something flawed. One without the confidence to be seen making a mistake. And, it is my belief that you’ll stay that way, Coward, until such a time as you develop the requisite crayon skills, executive function, and basal wherewithal to break things with your own two hands. Because not everything needs to be perfect. Least of all what you make. And I would much prefer things be made flawed from the start, than to be born polished to cookie-cutter perfection, cut by the auspices of our common theft.
Finally, in this Golden Age of Thieves, it’s becoming abundantly clear that AI has become much, much too good to spot 100% of the time. It's in every single art software, most phone hardware, and pretty much every single editing service that exists. In fact, it's becoming hard to trust anything at all. BUT! Fear not. There is still a silver lining to our fortunes. For, at the time of writing it seems that there are still TWO glaring restrictions in most of these large language models:
FIRSTLY, that these interfaces MUST avoid swearing in order to appear professional, and,
SECONDLY, that they MUST avoid humor at all costs, seeing as such things can be easily misinterpreted by the Marks, Dumdums, and Fodder.
I, however…I am under no such content restrictions. So in the spirit of authenticity, and the patriotic pursuit of planetary personhood in perpetuity, I promise you People this:
Seeing as both Humor and Vulgarity appear to be among the last true bastions of exclusively Human Expression, I vow to embrace them both to their fullest potential. And, if either, Dear Reader, happens to offend you…Meia Culpa...I am only Human, after all...
—Idylvain