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Wow
Dolly Parton has really been hard at work
But In doing so…she created her biggest enemy…Jolene
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Everyone meet just a normal goose :)
Glad you guys like this totally normal goose!
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Well, I can not find the original separate post of this so I’m just going to tack these on here
John Rogers, proving himself once again to be an entire vibe.
John Rogers is the creator of two of my favorite things:
Leverage and Leverage: Redemption, show(s) about criminals who team up to punish billionaires and corporations who take advantage of regular people in ways that the law won't punish. It's a great heist show, it's hilarious, it's satisfying in a vengeance sort of way, it's deeply nerdy in sometimes subtle ways (criminals using aliases from Doctor Who, anyone?), and seeing the characters and relationships develop is really nice, too.
The following quote: "There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs."
John Rogers is one third of my Rogers philosophy.
Mr Rogers: Be kind
Steve Rogers: Do the right thing
John Rogers: Billionaires steal more than all the street crime combined.
A German regional court has ruled that Google is directly liable for the content of its AI search overviews. According to the court, previou
Let’s fucking go
This is HUGE.
1. The court holds Google responsible for statements made by its AI, considering them Google's statements (search engines have limited liability for results in their engine as they're the words of other sites/companies/people), meaning when their AI lies/hallucinates they're liable for the defamation/harm resulting from those statements.
2. Google's defense that customers are generally aware of the lack of reliability and are responsible for fact checking was dismissed. As the court pointed out, that would "significantly diminish" AI Search's stated purpose and it can't be distinguished from Google's business practices/statements as a search tool.
3. Studies have found about 91% of Google's everyday AI responses are accurate, leaving millions of searches per HOUR with potential liability for falsehoods. 56% of correct responses weren't supported by the sources the AI listed. Both of which mean Google is now liable for a LOT more AI "errors."
4. Google was held liable for 80% of court costs in this case and this precedent is expected to reverberate around the world. This is a massive shift from the 3rd-party search provider role Google has previously played and it comes right as they've tied ALL searches to their AI search.
TL;DR Google reeeeeally stepped in it this time.
good to know we’re all on the same page
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
It's rude.
SUPER TOP SECRET WORK HACK!!! If you explicitly tell people, "You are an adult and a professional, I trust you to do your job; just keep me in the loop and let me know if there are questions," then thank and/or praise them when they accomplish your mutual goals? they will keep doing things for and with you. Sometimes they will even side with you over other people in the organization, because you've taken the time to establish that baseline respect and trust! hashtag winning or whatever
I just want to say this can work with kids too, mostly because of the 'respect' thing.
This past month, Parks & Rec has been doing a lot of work on the field adjacent to my school. They have trucks with flatbeds, mowing/tree-cutting/postholing machinery, etc. And when they arrived, I (campus monitor) was told I would need to herd the kids away from the trucks/machinery and basically prevent them from creating a dangerous situation.
So when recess came around and the kids stampeded out the door I held them up and I said (being funny but at the same time serious, you know how it is, kids listen better if you're funny)
"Okay, I know that you're all smart AND mature, right? And talented and good looking? Definitely the smartest and most talented class in this school? (I say this to every class, they're all 'my favorites'.) And because you're SO intelligent and mature, I don't need to actually TELL you that these guys have vehicles and machinery that you need to stay clear of, right? Because I know you figured that out already, and I also know that YOU know how sad I would be if any of you were run over, or squashed, or had a pole fall on you. I would be SO SAD, like, I would probably have to lie down on the floor and cry. So you're not going to make me cry, right? I can trust you to stay away from the trucks and machines no matter where they are on the field? Because you're wonderful and amazing? My favorites? My inspiration?"
And they're laughing at me of course, because I'm being so dramatic. Some of them are "Yes, and-"ing my dramatics and inventing more involved mourning processes I should undertake if any of them get run over. Some of them are yelling at me that they are NOT mature yet and they are VERY STUPID and I should know this.
It's been three weeks. We had one conversation about it. None of them have gone anywhere near the trucks. This is actually in excess of the typical elementary-schooler's working memory and I'm very proud of them. I haven't had to blow the whistle at ONE person for getting too close even when the trucks were literally 40 feet from the actual playground.
"I know I can trust you to do this", even when phrased with humor, is like a magic key that unlocks teamwork+cooperation.
I usually phrased it to middle-schoolers as, "I was a weird artist before I was a teacher, so I don't understand how children work, really. So I am going to treat you guys like adults unless and until you give me a reason not to." It's amazing how far they'll go to keep that adult status.
Just a perfectly normal life hack video, no need to specifically tag @were--ralph for any particular reason
it actually is insane to me that it's a cultural norm for men to suck ass at getting their wives/gfs gifts. especially when they whine about how they have no idea what women like.
man, you're not getting a gift for Female Domestic Partner. you're getting a gift for Natalie, a person whom you have been married to for 7 years, whom has lived in the same home with you for a decade, whom speaks to you every day about her thoughts and interests, whom you presumably love, and whom you can directly or indirectly ask what she wants. it's not that you don't know what half the human population wants, that's irrelevant. you don't know what Natalie wants and that is inexcusable.
The first of the very few fights I had with my partner, he bought me an apology gift. It wasn't chocolate, or jewelery, or flowers, or any of the things you're 'supposed' to give women when they're upset. It was a pen shaped like a zombie finger. And twenty years later I still have it.
It's really not that hard of you just 'pay attention' to the other person.
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women are like diamonds: synthetically-produced women are not meaningfully different from naturally-formed women, and anyone trying to tell you otherwise is probably trying to justify keeping their women mines open
Women are like diamonds since they are composed primarily of carbon.
You’ve just aided an old woman knitting by the side of the road, and she reveals herself as a goddess in disguise! Having passed her test and earned your place as the goddess’s chosen hero, she brings you back to her dwelling to choose a magical weapon or item, only to discover that a thief has completely cleaned out her stash!
The only magical gift she has left is the pair of knitting needles she was using in her “old lady” disguise.
The young woman stood in the middle of the empty cavern, looking around. She seemed… untroubled. “This was thorough,” she said, her voice as calm and pleasant as it had been when she’d offered a helpless old woman a share of her bread and escort through the wood. “It looks professional, or at least well-planned. Did anyone know you were seeking a new chosen hero?”
The goddess blinked. In three thousand years, she had been so mortified before a hero only twice before… and then, one had cried and one had lost faith in her upon the moment. This one, new as she was, didn’t even seem troubled. “All the gods know,” she said slowly. “My last champion’s fall was… widely known.”
“I see.” The young woman knelt and examined the floor. “I see three, perhaps four distinct footprints,” she said, sitting back on her heels and looking up at her goddess. “And it would have taken at least one large cart or two smaller ones to move it all. I think I can track them, but I’ll be outnumbered. I don’t suppose you have any *other* caches of magical weapons?”
“No.” The goddess felt her throat tighten. “This was a collection that took millennia to build. All I have left is these.” She held out the knitting-needles she’d clutched, as the helpless old woman. “These are enchanted.”
Dark brows rose. “Hm. To do what?”
“They can knit anything.” It didn’t sound like enough of an explanation, and she gestured vaguely. “Well… anything that you can catch between them. The branches of a tree, the feathers of a bird, the hairs of a man’s head - even the dust of the roadside.”
“And what can one knit them into?” the young woman asked.
“That depends on one’s own gifts,” the goddess answered, surprised again. She hadn’t expected this young woman, carrying the bow and knife of a forester, with her sun-darkened brown skin and sun-faded hair, to take much interest in magic knitting needles. “Your will… and your imagination.”
“Oh, I have those.” The young woman held out her hand for the knitting needles, and she did hold them as if she knew how to use them. “Thank you, my goddess. I’ll bring your treasures back, if I’m able.”
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I’ll bring your treasures back, if I’m able.”
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“I expected it to take longer,” the goddess said, cradling an enchanted sword delightedly. “Only three days! You are truly an excellent choice.”
“It would have been two,” the young woman said, as calm as ever, unloading the second cart and carefully setting the treasures in the places pointed out to her. “But the donkeys were… a bit nervous.”
“Yes.” The goddess laid a hand on one donkey’s neck, and though its trembling had eased, she could still feel its lingering fear. Her power soothed it, though, and it was comforted. “The poor things.”
“They’re nice beasts. Might keep them.” The young woman placed a shield that could turn any blade neatly on a hook. “I liked the look of that clearing not far away. I thought I might build a cabin there, if you have no objection.”
“None… and there are magical tools here that can help you do it, now. You may use anything in this cavern whenever you wish it.” The goddess glanced at the knitting needles stuck into the worn leather belt beside a dagger. “I have magical weapons, too, suitable for a hero.”
“I won’t turn them down, weapons or tools,” the young woman said, and she tapped the needles with a calloused fingertip. “But I like these. Can I keep them?”
“For as long as you are my champion.” The goddess had watched from afar. She’d been impressed when the woman used the magical needles to knit a cloak out of dust and dry leaves, in which she was almost invisible on the dry, dusty road.
She’d been very impressed when the woman had knitted up the water of a river, trapping the thieves in the middle of a ford and traumatizing the donkeys more than a little.
And then…. She glanced at the door of the cavern. The strange, ragged thing that the young woman had knitted up out of the thieves was sitting outside, weapons in each of its many hands. It moaned a little, now and then, but it stood watch, as it had been made to do. If thieves came again, they would regret it.
“What changed your mind?” she asked curiously, still stroking one of the donkeys. “I thought you would let them go, until they began to speak.”
“Until they began to speak, I intended to,” the young woman said, her voice hard.
The goddess watched her, glancing sidelong through long lashes. “What did they say?”
The young woman looked at her for a long moment without speaking. “Let us just say,” she said slowly, after a time, “that I believed implicitly that they would do what they said they would do… and I didn’t care for the thought.”
The goddess nodded. She was, after all, a woman. She knew, really, what they must have said. “A very good choice of a champion,” she murmured. “A very good choice indeed.”