I had to write 40 individualized reports this weekend. I fed my notes into GPT, along with a few directions about style, and it spit out competent reports that mostly only required tweaking. It saved me from losing my Sunday too.
On the art front, every single piece of art that I see is bad. Not bad like a human not being able to draw, but bad in a different but still obvious (to me, at least) way.
On a personal front, I had a lot of fun generating funny pictures based on inside jokes with my friends a few weeks ago, but lately it barely makes us smile. I think the novelty is wearing off, so even that is gone.
Ultimately, it's not going to matter what I think, enough people think this is good content that it will be flooding the internet soon. It's all so tiresome.
Uncanny valley.