I was looking for a cheaper vendor for something on Google and it suggested “cheaper than Ozempic” as I was typing.
They have that! It’s called EAT LESS FOOD
Much cheaper.
I was looking for a cheaper vendor for something on Google and it suggested “cheaper than Ozempic” as I was typing.
They have that! It’s called EAT LESS FOOD
Much cheaper.
I wish instead of tattoos something actually cool and attractive had become trendy, like really asymmetric haircuts or short-throw body lighting or similar. Anything.
As I’ve said before, so glad I’m not in the dating pool now as so many women have tattoos and that’s an immediate and irreversible big hell no from me for anything romantic.
A Murder at the End of the World is a pretty good show, but the lighting and cinematography in it is A+, top notch, would recommend. It’s really nice.
Anyone who thinks how LLMs work and what they do is plagiarism is a full-blown assclown idiot numpty dipshit.
They neither understand LLMs nor copyright and it’s frankly amazing they can even breathe consistently. If their views were back-applied to humans it’d become a copyright violation for a human to read a book. Which is an interesting idea but also really insane.
These absolute clowns also think that you can copyright ideas and style — which you can fucking not. And for good reason. I know they are trying to fight AI with any tool available. But it’s the wrong way forward and it’ll only hurt them and everyone else to suddenly swing to copyright maximalism.
Fear and stupidity make people do some truly terrible things.
WHY does the interview process have to be so dragged out.
Companies are looking for the desperate. The more you submit to a humiliating process the more they can guarantee they are getting someone they can abuse.
Since I can, any recruiters that contact me I let them know if I decide to move forward with a potential role I will only go through two interview days (not interviewees). No coming back in (or Zooming) for 5-6 different sets of interviews. If the recruiter is not good with that, no dice. I am in a position where I can be picky and I am definitely not desperate. I’m also very expensive but I’m worth it.
Nice to be where I am. So much better than where I was.
Too many women be like:
Woman: This guy is disgusting because he wants sex!
Same woman: This guy is disgusting because he wants sex and can’t get it!
Makes no motherfucking sense.
Fun song and cool vid.
I wish there were a setting for the whole damn internet to never show me or recommend me an audiobook or podcast. I don’t want either of those things ever and wish they’d just disappear from my view altogether, but leaving them where others could still enjoy them.
I need both of those things completely edited out of my reality.
Help finding a book based on description.
Dang I think I read this book too but can’t remember the author nor title, and Google produces little useful (as is nearly always true these days).
There were also six-legged cat-like pets or something like that in it?
Inside the Push to Make Everyone Friends at Work.
NO FUCKING THANK YOU
Here’s how many friends I need from work:
I’m kicking the co-pilot out the plane without a damn parachute. The tech future I’d imagined as a kid was pretty great, and eminently possible; the actual future is dreadful and anti-human. The glorious solarpunk visions were actively quashed, while the “unrealistic” dismal thanatopsistic future of unrelenting surveillance and control ended up being the actual reality — the reality we made and that all too many people are perfectly content with.
It didn’t have to be this way. But it is.
Fat Acceptance dingbats be like, She’s not hefty enough to stop a charging water buffalo dead in its tracks, must have an eating disorder. Now get me three more Big Macs and a couple milkshakes, I’m going into starvation mode!
Really, fuck smartphones and fuck cloud everything.
If we lived in a better world they’d both be great. But we don’t and they aren’t.
That’s the most obvious scam in the history of ever. Makes me wonder why people even have to ask. Like what the hell are you even thinking?