The number of people complaining about Elon being a trillionaire on a platform that makes Elon money every time you post is irony so dense it has a noticeable gravitational pull.
Took my youngest to see Backrooms last night.
It wasn't scary per se but rather disconcerting and disquieting.
Which was exactly how it was supposed to be. My daughter and I enjoyed it very much.
Our company—like many others—is trying to cut their AI costs. The CEO just sent a message to everyone asking if we can cut out our ChatGPT licenses since we all have Claude as well but if anyone has a legitimate reason, they can make an accomidation
I responded with "I think the results speak for themselves."
In other news, HR has scheduled me for yet *another* meeting.
My CEO just sent me this in Slack because according to him, I'm filed under "Guitar and bird crossover content" in his brain.
The sad thing is I could have identified all the birds by sound, easily.
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Really weird watching people who would not lift a finger to help a homeless person unless the gov't forced them to argue that wealthy people should be personally taking care of the problem instead.
*shrug*
There was a genre of post Vietnam era military adventure pulp that used to be ubiquitous in libraries and bookstores when I was a younger. <200 page novels about special operators in exotic Cold War hot spots on the hunt for treasure and glory. I used to love reading these.
Totally gone now. Men/boys didn’t just stop being interested in this kind of stuff. I’ve never heard a good theory of what happened to the publishing industry to make this kind of product disappear from the mainstream market. It’s like we all just opened our eyes in 2010 and we were …*here.*