Learning to create Ghibli art from ChatGPT in previous weeks
So, apparently, I decided to toss my carefully curated life plan into a shredder and dive headfirst into the viral Ghibli effect trend on ChatGPT
So, apparently, I decided to toss my carefully curated life plan into a shredder and dive headfirst into the viral Ghibli effect trend on ChatGPT. Because, you know, who needs productivity when you can turn your dog’s blurry selfie into a Studio Ghibli masterpiece? The past week has been a whirlwind of me pretending I’m Hayao Miyazaki’s long-lost apprentice while my actual responsibilities laughed in the background. Buckle up for my own bad decisions.
It all started last Monday when I saw X flooded with Ghibli-style art. Everyone and their grandma were “Ghiblifying” their profile pics, pets, and, inexplicably, a meme of Elon Musk balancing spoons. I thought, “Pfft, I’m above trends.” But then ChatGPT’s GPT-4o waved its shiny new image generator at me, and I folded faster than a lawn chair. My first victim? A photo of my cat, Whiskers, who now looks like he’s about to deliver a heartfelt monologue in My Neighbor Totoro. I spent three hours tweaking prompts like “Whiskers in a dreamy forest with floating lanterns.” Three. Hours. My laundry? Still marinating in the hamper.
By Tuesday, I was hooked. I Ghiblified my morning coffee mug, turning it into a porcelain star of Spirited Away. Did I need this? No. Did it spark joy? Debatably. My boss, however, wasn’t thrilled when I accidentally sent her a Ghibli-style version of our quarterly report instead of the actual data. “Very whimsical,” she said, her email dripping with passive aggression. I meant to apologize, but got distracted turning my old high school yearbook photo into a wide-eyed anime hero. Priorities, you know?
Wednesday was peak chaos. I decided to Ghiblify my entire family album. Mom now looks like she’s brewing potions in Howl’s Moving Castle, and Dad’s rocking a mystical beard in a pastel meadow. I posted them on X, expecting viral fame. I got six likes, three from bots. Meanwhile, my inbox was screaming with unread emails, and my gym membership card was gathering dust. But did I care? Nope. I was too busy turning a picture of my half-eaten sandwich into a Ghibli-style still life. “Soft lighting, vibrant pickles,” I whispered to ChatGPT like a deranged artist.
Thursday, I hit a low. OpenAI’s servers were “melting” (thanks, Sam Altman’s X post), and my Ghibli obsession crashed head-on with rate limits. I sulked, then pivoted to Ghiblifying random objects: a stapler, my TV remote, a rogue sock. By Friday, I was philosophizing about AI art's ethics while turning my neighbor’s lawnmower into a magical Ghibli contraption. Hypocrisy, thy name is me.
Saturday, I planned to regroup. Instead, I spent the day debating whether my Ghibli-style goldfish looked more Ponyo or Kiki’s Delivery Service. Sunday? A blur of tweaking “twilight glow” effects and ignoring my meal prep. My fridge is now a sad museum of expired yogurt.
So here I am, a week later, with a gallery of Ghibli-fied nonsense and a to-do list that’s staging a protest. Was it worth it? Maybe. My cat’s anime portrait is my new lock screen, and I’m low-key proud of that enchanted stapler. But next time a viral AI trend beckons, I’m chaining myself to my planner. Or at least hiding my laptop.
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Now I am done with Ghibli art, and I am tired of life, too.
Pushpender Yadav
Pushpender Yadav
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