C.P. Crowley - Author

  To the membership of the AMPTP: Ladies, gentleman and variations thereupon, my name is Sheri-Lynn Gleason (aka C.P. Crowley). In the interest of transparency, I am not a member of SAG-AFTRA or the WGA (yet). My involvement and employment in this industry is peripheral at best. That, however, does not that I do not have thoughts on what is not happening for these unions. What you all need to accept is the hard truth that without the artists who make the product that makes you the money you are selfishly hoarding, you will not be able to make the product that makes you the money that you are selfishly hoarding. Do you see how that works? I know some intrepid keyboard jockeys sold you on the idea of art made by artificial intelligence. Those people don’t understand the meaning of art and, as you are making painfully evident, neither do you. All they and you see is product. Something to be bought and sold. As a consumer and a creator myself, I can tell you that it is so very much...

 Like everyone else, I have found myself spending a lot more time on social media since March of 2020. (Gee, wonder what happened.) One of the very first things that I found myself missing - desperately - was human contact. Hugs, face to face conversations over a good meal or a cup of coffee, concerts, all the good stuff that comes with human experience. However, it would seem that some people... don't miss it. Or maybe they just don't understand it. Over the last year or so, I have been seeing more and more companies and apps offering A.I. generated "art". I'm not just talking about visual arts. I recently heard an ad for a company that sells A.I. generated books that wannabe authors can put their names on and make a buck. I have seen A.I. generated screenplays that look like they were written in English then translated into Japanese, then into Russian, then into Klingon and back into English. This isn't art. None of it is. It's just regurgitating informa...