Wry Ramblings From A Hot Wing

[Lee Wilson]

32 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

Quick Update: A broken ankle, lots of drugs, and even more sleep. 

How the fuck did you break an ankle?

[Jason Rimbaud]

On 4/27/2026 at 4:45 PM, Krista said:

Which I've heard that criticism before as well.

Wow you don't say? Hadn't noticed. 

 

[chris191070]

39 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

Quick Update: A broken ankle, lots of drugs, and even more sleep. 

Hope you recover quickly.

[Davide]

11 minutes ago, Lee Wilson said:

How the fuck did you break an ankle?

Maybe he tripped on a hot wing.

[Jeff Burton]

46 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

Quick Update: A broken ankle, lots of drugs, and even more sleep. 

Ouch, all my best Jason.  ❤️

[Jason Rimbaud]

5 minutes ago, Lee Wilson said:

How the fuck did you break an ankle?

It was a cold night, raining, so hard a steady stream of water poured along the rim of my umbrella soaking my back. I was no further than twenty yards from the Muni tunnel that leads beneath San Francisco. 

My local Gus Supermarket might charge premium prices for food, but they cheap out on the paper bags. Because before I made it across the street, the rain had soaked through and the bottom of the bag gave out. 

At that very moment, I heard the high pitch squeal that usually accompanies a sighting of the Giant Ants. 

In m haste to gather my precious grocery items, one of the cans rolled along the Muni track directly towards that awful opening. I scrambled along the wet track to grab the can of Buttered Beets for my homemade blueberry Soda, I slipped in some Ant droppings. 

The can of beets went flying and my feet flew up and I land hard on my right hip. 

For a moment, all the air was driven from my body and I couldn't feel anything. Then the pain flooded in and I stared up into the oversized pinchers of Barnacle Lips. 

He looked at the discarded can of beets and then back up at me. I wiped the rain from my eyes and he screamed out in his Ant language. It was a challenge. 

Well, I wasn't going to let this oversized ceptipod get the better of me, not when I still had breath in my body. 

I jumped to my feet and started for the can. Cans and stalks of celery in my wake as all three of my grocery bags were soaked, but I didn't care, I wasn't going to lose this can of buttered beets to a fucking ant. 

Just as my hand reached the can, I slipped on a used needle that was stuffed inside an equally soiled condom and my ankle turned. I went down, and I instantly knew it was broken. 

Barnacle Lips lunged gleefully as I writhed in pain. he snatched the can of buttered beets and scurried back into the tunnels. 

And that's how I broke m ankle. 

[Jason Rimbaud]

On 4/27/2026 at 4:45 PM, Krista said:

All I could see it doing is showing what I lack, but also showing me that it could possibly do better in seconds, where it took me years.

By the way, most everyone loves your wonderful writing. Its unique, AI tries to make everything look, feel, sound the same. 

 

[Davide]

6 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

It was a cold night, raining, so hard a steady stream of water poured along the rim of my umbrella soaking my back. I was no further than twenty yards from the Muni tunnel that leads beneath San Francisco. 

My local Gus Supermarket might charge premium prices for food, but they cheap out on the paper bags. Because before I made it across the street, the rain had soaked through and the bottom of the bag gave out. 

At that very moment, I heard the high pitch squeal that usually accompanies a sighting of the Giant Ants. 

In m haste to gather my precious grocery items, one of the cans rolled along the Muni track directly towards that awful opening. I scrambled along the wet track to grab the can of Buttered Beets for my homemade blueberry Soda, I slipped in some Ant droppings. 

The can of beets went flying and my feet flew up and I land hard on my right hip. 

For a moment, all the air was driven from my body and I couldn't feel anything. Then the pain flooded in and I stared up into the oversized pinchers of Barnacle Lips. 

He looked at the discarded can of beets and then back up at me. I wiped the rain from my eyes and he screamed out in his Ant language. It was a challenge. 

Well, I wasn't going to let this oversized ceptipod get the better of me, not when I still had breath in my body. 

I jumped to my feet and started for the can. Cans and stalks of celery in my wake as all three of my grocery bags were soaked, but I didn't care, I wasn't going to lose this can of buttered beets to a fucking ant. 

Just as my hand reached the can, I slipped on a used needle that was stuffed inside an equally soiled condom and my ankle turned. I went down, and I instantly knew it was broken. 

Barnacle Lips lunged gleefully as I writhed in pain. he snatched the can of buttered beets and scurried back into the tunnels. 

And that's how I broke m ankle. 

Good job, that sounded like a believable story at first. And then it got even more believable because, of course, giant ants are serious business.

[Jason Rimbaud]

On 4/28/2026 at 12:12 AM, Davide said:

Please ignore my previous comment. I shouldn't have talked about it when I can't go into the reasons I thought without giving away which story I was talking about. The reason I came here was I remembered Jason having commented on the same topic in this thread, but I wish I hadn't said it anywhere.

Maybe its the drugs I'm on, but we should start calling out authors we think are using AI. . 

[CassieQ]

9 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

It was a cold night, raining, so hard a steady stream of water poured along the rim of my umbrella soaking my back. I was no further than twenty yards from the Muni tunnel that leads beneath San Francisco. 

My local Gus Supermarket might charge premium prices for food, but they cheap out on the paper bags. Because before I made it across the street, the rain had soaked through and the bottom of the bag gave out. 

At that very moment, I heard the high pitch squeal that usually accompanies a sighting of the Giant Ants. 

In m haste to gather my precious grocery items, one of the cans rolled along the Muni track directly towards that awful opening. I scrambled along the wet track to grab the can of Buttered Beets for my homemade blueberry Soda, I slipped in some Ant droppings. 

The can of beets went flying and my feet flew up and I land hard on my right hip. 

For a moment, all the air was driven from my body and I couldn't feel anything. Then the pain flooded in and I stared up into the oversized pinchers of Barnacle Lips. 

He looked at the discarded can of beets and then back up at me. I wiped the rain from my eyes and he screamed out in his Ant language. It was a challenge. 

Well, I wasn't going to let this oversized ceptipod get the better of me, not when I still had breath in my body. 

I jumped to my feet and started for the can. Cans and stalks of celery in my wake as all three of my grocery bags were soaked, but I didn't care, I wasn't going to lose this can of buttered beets to a fucking ant. 

Just as my hand reached the can, I slipped on a used needle that was stuffed inside an equally soiled condom and my ankle turned. I went down, and I instantly knew it was broken. 

Barnacle Lips lunged gleefully as I writhed in pain. he snatched the can of buttered beets and scurried back into the tunnels. 

And that's how I broke m ankle. 

I don't know if my clinic has ICD 10 codes for lost a fight with Giant Ants.  

[Jason Rimbaud]

On 4/28/2026 at 9:19 AM, Davide said:

I was too hasty in calling something AI, I'm not sure anymore. But I'm also fine with using AI in small amounts for a story, as long as the vast majority of the writing is done by a human. Or a dog, if you can get one to write a story.

I would say your first feeling is correct. AI writing is so predictable. For the last three days, I've been laid up trying to focus on reading and taking huge amounts of painkillers. 

The beast in me that hadn't had any drugs for over fifteen years now came roaring to life and I took all the pills in three days as opposed to eight. Hadn't realized that beast was still alive. Luckily the husband won't refill the prescription, but damn a part of me really wanted that feeling to continue. 

Sorry, I digress, I've had nothing to do but read and I've seen a bunch of AI stories and its laughable. 

I went back to read the Wheel of Time again. But I wasn't high enough to go through that slog. 

 

[Jason Rimbaud]

On 4/28/2026 at 1:07 PM, Kileoli said:

I just had an idea. @Jason Rimbaud said he doesn't use AI. Now I'm wondering what about his cats? They have access to Jason's account on GA. ....that could explain the random times that Jason turns inhumanly nice....

There is no proof I'm ever nice. 

[Davide]

5 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

Maybe its the drugs I'm on, but we should start calling out authors we think are using AI. . 

My take on this is I'd need to certain before I call someone out, I don't want to accidentally mudsling someone who didn't do it.

[Davide]

2 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

I would say your first feeling is correct. AI writing is so predictable. For the last three days, I've been laid up trying to focus on reading and taking huge amounts of painkillers. 

The beast in me that hadn't had any drugs for over fifteen years now came roaring to life and I took all the pills in three days as opposed to eight. Hadn't realized that beast was still alive. Luckily the husband won't refill the prescription, but damn a part of me really wanted that feeling to continue. 

Sorry, I digress, I've had nothing to do but read and I've seen a bunch of AI stories and its laughable. 

I went back to read the Wheel of Time again. But I wasn't high enough to go through that slog. 

 

I'm back to thinking my instinct was probably right, but that instinct is that some parts of the chapters in question were AI and other parts were human written. So at least it's less bad, I guess.

[Jason Rimbaud]

33 minutes ago, Davide said:

Maybe he tripped on a hot wing.

Hahaha, that would be karma.

I was walking home from the grocery store, tripped over a curb i didn't notice in the rain, Landed wrong and wammo broken ankl.e. 

[Jason Rimbaud]

13 minutes ago, CassieQ said:

I don't know if my clinic has ICD 10 codes for lost a fight with Giant Ants.  

So it won't be covered by insurance?  

  Balls. I get to meet another you in about ten days, not looking forward to it at all. 

[Jason Rimbaud]

28 minutes ago, Davide said:

Good job, that sounded like a believable story at first. And then it got even more believable because, of course, giant ants are serious business.

I don't think enough people take giant ants as serious as they should. 

[Jason Rimbaud]

19 minutes ago, Davide said:

My take on this is I'd need to certain before I call someone out, I don't want to accidentally mudsling someone who didn't do it.

That is very reasonable and wise thing to say. 

Now spill it and tell everyone who it is!!!    hahahaahahaha. Only half joking, the half that is serious is probably still drugged.  

[Davide]

13 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

That is very reasonable and wise thing to say. 

Now spill it and tell everyone who it is!!!    hahahaahahaha. Only half joking, the half that is serious is probably still drugged.  

I'll remind you that, about a month ago, you also didn't say which two authors you were thought were posting AI written stories.

[Lee Wilson]

52 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

And that's how I broke m ankle. 

I should have known better than to ask. Get well soon. And keep away from the Giant Ants.

Hmmm, are there Giant Uncles too?

[Lee Wilson]

34 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

Hahaha, that would be karma.

I was walking home from the grocery store, tripped over a curb i didn't notice in the rain, Landed wrong and wammo broken ankl.e. 

Oh, I see how it is now. I get a fabricated, probably drug influenced fantasy, and @Davide gets the truth. If I ever get to SF, I’m ordering wings from the competition! 😇

[Jason Rimbaud]

9 minutes ago, Lee Wilson said:

Oh, I see how it is now. I get a fabricated, probably drug influenced fantasy, and @Davide gets the truth. If I ever get to SF, I’m ordering wings from the competition! 😇

By the time your cute back there place makes it to SF, there will be no more competition.  

[Jason Rimbaud]

10 minutes ago, Lee Wilson said:

50 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

 

Oh, I see how it is now. I get a fabricated, probably drug influenced fantasy,

Um, read the quote below, Sir Lee.

39 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

I don't think enough people take giant ants as serious as they should. 

It's a city wide problem no one is discussing. Their latest tactic, they cover themselves with that camera resistant material that won't allow digital cameras to capture them. It's a real crisis! 

[Jason Rimbaud]

28 minutes ago, Davide said:

I'll remind you that, about a month ago, you also didn't say which two authors you were thought were posting AI written stories.

That's only because I didn't want everyone rushing over to see and give them even more views. . 

Wouldn't it be funny if the story we were complaining about was the same story?