Stable Diffusion

A slightly off-topic post, but fear not, there are still plenty of cats!

Some of you may have heard of Stable Diffusion – but if you haven’t, it is basically a very clever piece of software that takes as input natural language instructions, and creates, after a short period of time, images of what you told it to make.

Note that this software is not searching the Web for pictures that match what you asked for – it is generating completely original art based on what you tell it to make!

I hesitate to call it ‘AI’ because it’s a very misleading term. What this is, is the incredible powers of pattern recognition and machine learning applied to huge data sets, in glorious action. When I did my Masters in AI back in 1992 we were using the similar basis of pattern recognition, but today’s efforts are supercharged with much smarter models and a huge leap in computer processing power.

The following art was produced when I told it to produce “ginger maine coon painted by roger dean” (for those of you who don’t know Roger Dean, find out more here.) I’d say Stable Diffusion did an excellent job of capturing both the maine coon-ness and the Dean-ness.

Then I tried “ginger maine coon steampunk pilot with sword”. You’ll note from these that Stable Diffusion has a somewhat interesting manner of interpreting some instructions!

And finally, perhaps my favourite selection of all was produced when I asked for “giant ginger maine coon playing on a roger dean landscape”. Utterly majestic!

I am going to have so much fun with this!

You can also go and have a play with Stable Diffusion yourself here!

Lord Viking

Lord Viking had his tenth birthday a few days ago. Now he’s all “you can’t tell me what to do, food pourer!” and “I’m an adult now so nyah!”

He took the opportunity this afternoon to be all ginger and tough on the driveway.

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” he yelled at the American Quail that passed by.

Seriously, he did.

Going And Staying

                         I

The moving sun-shapes on the spray,

The sparkles where the brook was flowing,

Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May,

These were the things we wished would stay;

        But they were going.

                         II

Seasons of blankness as of snow,

The silent bleed of a world decaying,

The moan of multitudes in woe,

These were the things we wished would go;

        But they were staying.

                         III

Then we looked closelier at Time,

And saw his ghostly arms revolving

To sweep off woeful things with prime,

Things sinister with things sublime

        Alike dissolving.

Thomas Hardy