[[2026 Cafe Posts#^000768|2026 Cafe Posts]] I’m still certain the AI bubble will pop in the near future, but that doesn’t mean the deluge of AI Slop has ceased. This is particularly true of writing, a medium that my classmates claimed “wasn’t worth worrying about” but whom now generate screeds of trash on LinkedIn because apparently it’s actually pretty hard! My eyes glaze over when I pick up on it, and I end up forever disregarding the person who used it’s opinion on anything. Let me make it very clear in case you’re one of these AI slop-lovers and need it spelled out for you: > [!important] My Rule: > If you’re not going to be assed to write it, I’m not going to be assed to read it. With that said, human input is more important than ever, but it also means that you’re going to have to do something important. You’re going to have to be more of a weirdo. AI trash is dedicated to Spotify-targeted, middle-of-the-road, background/corporate people. It’s for people who’s favorite show is the office and who picks up everything they consume off the top 10 most-watched on Netflix. And it’s true for writing as well, creating a disgusting median that I don’t want to be part of. You might think you can’t deliberately choose to change your tastes, but you should try to. And when I say “you,” I know I’m preaching to the choir somewhat. My audience, if I have any, already knows this and are likely weird as hell. But I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about your friends, your colleagues, people who don’t know what jellyfin is or have 4 games in their Steam library or who’s last book they read was Harry Potter. This isn’t me acting like knowing about weird shit makes me better. But as the specter of mediocrity bears down on us, it’s important to remember that the weird shit is where interesting art has always happened. And right now it’s the only place where humans stay in control. I’d argue that even this piece I’m writing is proof of that fact. An LLM couldn’t have written this because it’s being drafted with the breathless speed of someone who’s currently experiencing the productivity peak of their Lisdexamfetamine extended release tablet. It’s messy and doesn’t have a semblance of outlining or forethought put into it, born from seeing another AI-generated Reddit comment and wanting to put my head through a window. I’ve written already about [[Express Yourself With Writing|expressing yourself with writing]] and how it’s more important than ever in this hellscape. But it’s more than that: it’s also about doubling down on what makes the writing borne from a human’s soul surprising and expressive and beautiful. And expression is weird and vulnerable in ways that corporate median slop could never be. So put on that fursuit. Make a 10 minute song that’s nothing but pikmin clips mixed with garbage cans used as drums. Write that crackship in meticulous detail that’d make your mom blush. And tell your friends to get weird to. Hell, if they send you some AI slop, theirs or otherwise, guide them to the weirdness that I know is inside them. Be personal and freaky and something that can’t be scraped into a neat little box by Sam Altman. That’s art, and it’s a type of beauty that can never be taken from us by dogshit tech companies.