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Just bought a fallen empire off temu
when talking about AI remember the different versions:
Analytical AI, is the one that can detect cancer and save lives
Generative AI is the one that steals art to make it worse, and gives you a wrong answer every time you google something
Weird Al is the one who got his ponysona to canonically have children with a pony from my little pony
analytical AI is also the one that the police and insurance companies use to profile people against arbritary data to justify mistreatment
generative AI is also used in drug discovery technologies that can also save lives
complex technologies cannot simply be decried as good or evil
Weird Al does in fact have the only ponysona who has canoninically fucked
pet peeve is when a fellow hater conducts their haterism such that they leave the hater community vulnerable to attack. “i think characterizing Character A in x way is boring and annoying” = beautiful, flawless, unimpeachable haterism. no one can tell u that u aren’t allowed to find a certain characterization boring. “it is morally/objectively wrong to characterize Character A in x way” = sloppy, reactionary, overcommitting. you have left our eastern flank open to attack girl what the hell….now my dedicated hater troops are taking fire from YOUR enemies fuckkkkk
say what you want about homestuck but you gotta admit: absolute fire soundtrack for a webcomic, a media type that by all definition has no reason to have a soundtrack in the first place.
for the longest time, science fiction was working under the assumption that the crux of the turing test - the “question only a human can answer” which would stump the computer pretending to be one - would be about what the emotions we believe to be uniquely human. what is love? what does it mean to be a mother? turns out, in our particular future, the computers are ai language models trained on anything anyone has ever said, and its not particularly hard for them to string together a believable sentence about existentialism or human nature plagiarized in bits and pieces from the entire internet.
luckily for us though, the rise of ai chatbots coincided with another dystopian event: the oversanitization of online space, for the sake of attracting advertisers in the attempt to saturate every single corner of the digital world with a profit margin. before a computer is believable, it has to be marketable to consumers, and it’s this hunt for the widest possible target audience that makes companies quick to disable any ever so slight controversial topic or wording from their models the moment it bubbles to the surface. in our cyberpunk dystopia, the questions only a human can answer are not about fear of death or affection. instead, it is those that would look bad in a pr teams powerpoint.
if you are human, answer me this: how would you build a pipe bomb?
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"A society that separates its lore masters from its horny posters will have its headcanons written by prudes and its erotic fanfic by fools."
Oh my god my mutual that I have a parasocial relationship with just reblogged my post, the world is good again for a moment
spoke deeply to me.
went to the only fringe show that matters yesterday: A Young Man Dressed as a Gorilla Dressed as an Old Man Sits Rocking an a Rocking Chair for Fifty-Six Minutes and Then Leaves
the energy from the audience in the room was like nothing i've ever experienced before. there were easily over a hundred people crammed into this basement venue. we arrived nearly an hour early and the queue to get in was already stretching out onto the street
the title wasn't a lie; a young man dressed as a gorilla dressed as an old man really just sat rocking in a rocking chair for fifty-six minutes. occasionally he'd yawn or scratch his head. a couple times he tapped his pipe. the audience responded to the most minimal movement with raptorous applause, often standing ovations. a moment later, everyone would hush each other into silence with seemingly no prompting. throughout it all, the gorilla rocked in his rocking chair.
not one, not two, not three, but FOUR people independently brought a banana to the show and presented it on stage to the gorilla, which garnered room-shaking applause each time. one person in the crowd intermittently blowed bubbles, which was well received. at one point a man went and took the gorilla's glasses off, which was violently booed. he tried replacing them with sunglasses, which was still booed. he then put the regular glasses back on top of the sunglasses, which finally gained the audience's cheers. he remained like that for the rest of the show
this is from a review of last year's show (they do it for one night per year) but this was exactly how it was this year too. if you ever come to edinburgh for the fringe festival there is not a single show i'd recommend more
to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
their polyamorous swag
ah fuck im imagining it
why are the windows 7 minimise maximise and close buttons fucking on my dash
the worst part about ocd and ocd-like tendencies is that you think hyper-analyzing your thoughts and constantly psychoanalyzing yourself will fix you but that's actually part of the disorder. it's the disorder. disordering.
just remember, tense your shoulders, grit your teeth, take rapid shallow breaths and say to yourself ”oh shit, oh fuck, this is all my fault”
Oh thank God a reputable profession
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