Thursday, March 12, 2026

A.I. VERSUS EVERYTHING

Recently, after a minor kerfuffle on my Facebook page, I said I would be writing a bloggy thing about A.I., my rare former use of it and my reaction to those who oppose it with a vehemence that can get a little scary. But, first, this…

Several times a week, usually while watching MSNOW or The Daily Show, I see an ad for the Freedom From Religion Foundation with Ron Reagan, Jr. as its spokesperson. To be clear, I agree with the basic principles of this organization. I think there should always be an adamantium wall between church and state. I think politicians and judges who perform their functions on the basis of their personal religious beliefs should not remain in office. I think those who claim the United States is a Christian nation don’t know history or their religion.

Here’s the thing. Reagan is such an arrogant twat as he delivers a message I agree with. His mantra of “unabashed atheist, not afraid of burning in Hell” is smug and self-congratulatory. It’s why I think he has one of the most punch-able faces in the world today. The way he delivers the message is more anti-religion than pro-democracy. Is there a reason this worthy organization can’t have a spokesperson who’s not a dick?

Which brings us to people who oppose A.I. with the same smug and self-congratulatory demeanor as Reagan. They stand up for the countless unknown creators getting ripped off by A.I. outfits. It would be nice if they showed the same fervor for the known creators who have been ripped off by comics companies and other corporations. But, seemingly, they’d rather be defenders of the abstract than defenders of the specific. 

I have had my issues with A.I. Before I came out to the comics community as trans, I would use an A.I. site to try to picture how various looks and outfits might work for me. I rarely shared these images with any of my allies and trans friends. They were sort of fun, but not really useful. I could never get the images to look remotely like me. They were more an exercise in fantasy as I was embracing my new reality. I’ve not looked at the images or site in years.

My next private use of A.I. was in designing characters for the comics and other stories I was creating. I never sent the images to any artist. They were images I would look at before using my words to describe the characters. Ultimately, I decided this was an unnecessary step. I could picture the characters better in my head than I could with A.I.

My first and only real public use of A.I. in my work was when I came up with a Last Kiss gag sans public domain image. I thought it was funny and so did John Lustig, lord of Last Kiss. Since we had no image to go along with the joke, John used A.I. to create one. It was not a satisfying or satisfactory experience. Worse, it got vehement blow back from a long-time friend of mine.

I was stunned by the level of her reaction. It was if I’d eaten a puppy in front of her. That one “sin” of mine caused her to write me off, seemingly forever. I’ve not heard from her since. I remain baffled by this as I can think of literally hundreds of worst things I could have done. I bet you can as well.

You probably saw this next bit coming a mile away. As I wrote above, she was someone who, to be best of my knowledge, didn’t show the same fervor for known creators who have been ripped off by comic-book publishers and other corporations. She’d rather be a defender of the abstract than of the specific.

I can’t wholly agree that A.I. is always a bad thing. It’s been used to create biting and hilarious parody and satire. Novice that I am, I can’t see how the creators of this A.I. content are making bank off it and, more importantly, in doing so, cheating people. I mean, are you really upset that Stephen Miller’s image is being used in ways he hates? And, yes, I fully expect to get blow back on this statement.

My most recent public brush with A.I. was when I listed Mana to Miniskirts by Tanya Mondragon as a thing that made me happy. This is a transgender romance wherein a gamer nerd gets hit with a gender virus and then navigates her new life as if she were planning a D&D campaign. I read it on my Kindle for free and ran an image of the apparently A.I. generated cover art. A zealot or two made sarcastic comments about this.

Most of these transgender romances, many of which are not nearly as interesting or well-written at this one, are available for free via Kindle Unlimited. I pay around $12 a month for this and read a few dozen books each month. Most of these transgender romances are basically short stories. With the exception of a handful of insanely prolific authors, I can’t imagine any of the writers making money from this. The books strike me as labors of love, much like the countless fanzine articles I wrote during my teen years. Since these books are likely not profitable, I don’t see how the authors could have paid actual artists. Honestly, I don’t see the A.I. images as doing financial harm. No more than when parody accounts make use of cover and other comics images to create their satire. I see it as a fan thing.

I save my ire for the artistic pirates who set up at conventions selling their often plagiarized images of comics characters. They are profiting off the work and intellectual property of others. The vastness of their booths make it clear they are not in this for the fan love of it.

It should be noted that comics publishers almost never go after these pirates. I assume their reasoning is that they would also have to go after actual comics creators who are trying to offset their lack of long-term benefits and work from the publishers they once worked for. I have great sympathy for these artists and for writers who are selling copies of original scripts. The comics industry has no pension plans to take care of us as we get older and less employable, at least in the worsening vision of editors and publishers.

I am likely minimizing the dangers and harm of A.I. When you’re a trans person living in a country that seems determined to end your very existence, that seems a lot more threatening than folks misusing this new technology.

I’m sure many will disagree with my viewpoint. I merely ask they keep their disagreement reasonable.

If you were wondering, I did look into writing some transgender romances after some friends asked me to consider it. That didn’t seem like a path for me. I am writing a kind of romance novel with a transwoman lead, but my hope for that is to place it with a publishing company that could put it front of movie makers. A girl’s got to have dreams.

I’ll be back soon with more stuff.

© 2026 Tony Isabella

Monday, March 2, 2026

THINGS THAT MADE ME HAPPY IN FEBRUARY


February was a month that just plain got away from me. It was as bitterly cold in Ohio as I can remember. I was feeling poorly as I prepared for Akronomicon and ended up leaving the event early when I got quite ill. Three days later, I was admitted to the MetroHealth hospital in Cleveland Heights. I was there four days and received excellent care on all fronts. 

I came home on Friday the Thirteenth, which made my Saintly Wife Barb nervous. I don’t understand that. She’s never even seen any of the movies. All kidding aside, she took wonderful care of me as I slowly recovered from the debilitating effects of being too damn old for my own good.

If my being physically ill wasn’t enough, the child-molester-in-chief and his vile cronies and his idiotic supporters ramped up their awfulness way past 10. You saw the news. You know the evil they continued to unleash on our country and the entire world. I wish Hell would take them all right now.

The purpose of my daily “Things That Make Me Happy” posts is to embrace whatever joy each of those days brought me and to share that joy with all of you. We must hold on the little things as we pray for better big things to come our way.

Here are the books and more that brought me considerable joy in the otherwise shitty month of February.

February 1: Separation of Church and Hate: A Sane Person's Guide to Taking Back the Bible from Fundamentalists, Fascists, and Flock-Fleecing Frauds by John Fugelsang. The long title says it all. The best non-fiction book I’ve read in years.

February 2: Sabrina Carpenter singing and performing “Manchild” at the 2026 Grammy Awards. Her lively appearance made me smile from the start. The choreography and props were amazing. One of the best awards show performances ever.

                                                                            


February 3: Do Women Need Sex Entertainment Vol. 1 by Yachinatsu and Sono Yoshioka. Broke and single, Sono takes an admin job at an escort agency catering exclusively to women. A delightful, funny and gentle sex romp. Mature readers only.

                                   


 

February 4:: The Muppet Show is back and I loved it. It had the funny quirky feel of the original but still felt fresh. I was grinning like a kid all through the episode. Let’s hope this is just the launch of a new series!.

February 5: Godzilla Legends: Mothra: Queen of the Monsters by Sophie Campbell and Matt Frank. IDW continues to produce amazing Godzilla series. This one is a different and fascinating take on one of my favorite Kaiju. Recommended.

February 6: Mana to Miniskirts by Tanya Mondragon. A gamer nerd is struck by a gender-change virus and navigates her new reality like a D&D campaign. Transgender romances are often formulaic, but this one takes a different approach and is well-written to boot.

February 7: Akronomicon 2026 was a winter horrorland of actors, creators, creatures and vendors. I was thrilled to connect with old friends like Brinke Stevens and Nancy Anne Ridder. I will be back in 2027.

                                                                               


February 8: My Girlfriend is 8 Meters Tall by Wataru Mitogawa. This manga is more charmingly saucy than sexy as normal-size student Yumeji tries to make life a bit easier for his childhood friend Chieri. I love these characters and this series. 

February 9: Louis Cato and the Great Big Joy Machine. I love the Late Show band and I’m guessing/hoping the new name means we have not seen the end of this wonderful group of musicians. Long may they make musical magic!

                                 


 

February 10: “See the USA in Your Chevrolet!” I’ve never been a car girl, but when I listen to rising country artist Brooke Lee singing a modernized version of that tune, I’m filled with warm nostalgia. What a wonderful way to celebrate the brand’s 20-year anniversary!

February 11: Godzilla Kai-Sei Era #1-6 by Tim Seeley and Nikola Cizmesiga. IDW is breaking the rules with all kinds of different takes on the Great Scaly One. I prefer traditional Godzilla, but I can’t deny these are very interesting.

February 12: MetroHealth. I spent four days in Metro’s Cleveland Heights facility. It was excellent. A comfortable large room. Staff that was efficient, friendly and kind, and who always used my correct name and pronouns. Top marks all around.

February 13: MetroHealth. Comics writer Jenny was the celebrity of my floor, almost as big as the soap opera star who was there a while back. I enjoyed talking to staff members about comics. I didn’t have an appetite, but they surely fed my ego.

February 14: MetroHealth. An amusing thing about my stay at the Cleveland Heights hospital was people telling me about the deep divide in their families. They were divided between Marvel and DC. This took me back to the 1960s.

                                                                                 


February 15: Sensation Comics #38 (Facsimile Edition). I always get a kick out of these DC editions featuring complete issues of rare Golden Age titles. It’s like time-traveling to a different era of heroes, gangsters and Nazis.

February 16: Live with Kelly and Mark. Saintly Wife Barb got me hooked on this talk show. The banter between Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos pairs well with a breakfast sandwich. We both love the daily “Stump Mark” segment. Pleasant viewing.

February 17: Doctor Doom Epic Collection: Enter...Doctor Doom. I lean towards Victor being the quintessential Marvel villain. These 1962-1969 tales tales show his beginnings and development. Six decades later, he still intrigues me.

                                                                               


February 18: The Leopard from Lime St. by Tom Tully. Yes, this is a blatant rip-off of Spider-Man with the young hero getting powers from a radioactive leopard. But, gosh darn it, it’s funky fun and I’m enjoying it immensely.

February 19: The Gorgon (1964). I’d not seen this British horror movie until it aired on Svengoolie recently. I saw the ending coming but the film itself was well acted with decent suspense and a real sense of tragedy. I liked it.

February 20: Christine Jorgensen: A Personal Autobiography was a gift from a Facebook friend. She was the most famous transwoman of the 1950s and beyond, yet I knew little about her. This great book is filling in the gaps for me.

                                                                                   


February 21: The Complete Yancy Street Gazette. The YSG was one of the first fanzines I subscribed to. It was also one of the first I wrote for. I made lifelong friends though its pages and I am thrilled to see those issues again.

February 22: Men’s Adventure Quarterly #9. It’s been a minute or three since I last wrote about this fine magazine. This issue has gators galore. Lots of great men’s adventure mags history and chilling croc attacks. What’s not to love?

                                 


     

February 23: Barb found this box while going through stuff. It’s full of my dad’s cuff links and tie clips. He didn’t get many chances to use them because he worked six days a week, but he most definitely had style. I’ll showcase some of these pieces in the near future.

February 24: Tombstone French Fry Crust Pizza (Loaded Bacon Cheddar). Frozen pizza’s a go-to here. This was a hit. You could taste the “french fry” and the bacon and cheddar complimented it. Warning: it loses something if you eat it cold. Heat the leftovers up.

                                                                                      


February 25: Taylor Tomlinson Prodigal Daughter (Netflix). What a sensational stand-up special! Hilarious, insightful, moving, spiritual. It hit so many marks for me. One of the best stand-up acts I’ve seen in years.

February 26: Black Cat Books in Medina. There are many reasons to love this place. One of them is the monthly Tatum’s Top 5. It’s rare when my interest is not piqued by one of this woman’s choices. She has excellent taste. Now excuse me while I order one of her latest recommendations.

February 27: I hadn’t driven my SUV since just before my recent hospital stay. Today, I drove it for the first time in three weeks. I went to the Medina Library and Carol and John’s Comic Book Shop, Cleveland’s best. I’m on the road again. 

February 28: Saintly Wife Barb bought a new car. It’s a Cadillac XT4 and, if I’m a very good girl, she may even give me a ride in it. Seriously, she deserves this vehicle and I am over the moon happy for her.

Here are the “best of show” winners.

BEST COMIC BOOK: Doctor Doom Epic Collection: Enter...Doctor Doom

BEST BOOK: Separation of Church and Hate

BEST MOVIE OR TV SHOW: Taylor Tomlinson Prodigal Daughter

BEST PERSON: Barb Isabella

BEST OTHER THING: The Complete Yancy Street Gazette.

As I mentioned in my previous bloggy thing, I have no convention appearances scheduled until July when my son Ed drive to Chicago for G-Fest. I can hazard a guess as to why this is the case, but I’m honestly not crushed by this situation.

This will give me the time to finish one major project and make a lot of headway into a second. If the months go as smoothly as I would like, I may be able to add a few small projects to the mix. This excites me.

If, perchance, you are someone who wants to invite me to appear at your comics convention or store, e-mail me and we can work out the various details of such appearances. I’ll do my best to accommodate you.

That’s all for today. I’ll be back with more bloggy fun in the very near future. See you then.

© 2026 Tony Isabella