Words are never enough to express how much I love them 🥹♥️

Did I say stop..🐕🐾🐈😘😅

So your game is more important than me huh?

You can always tell when they've served in the military.

“How many windows did you wash today?” “One” 😂

Therapist; “There is a tiger in you” The tiger in me:

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Teachers: You can't use AI to do school work. Student: What makes you think I used AI? Teacher: The AI told me.

Madame Web is the single greatest Super hero film of All Time. Dakota Johnson is such a dynamic and talented actress I can't believe she got snubbed for an Oscar. The system is rigged. I don't thi k.anyine could name me a single actress with more depth or range.

There is an ancient thing, That stalks and prowls the land. A frightful lumbering shadow, that feeds on souls of men. So brazen a thing it is, This cursed thing of old. That it appears on the day of birth, Before a life unfolds. On this day the shadow bows, To show its awful face. With outstretched hand and earnest gaze, It offers its embrace. “Laugh and play for now dear child, For soon I will return. And on that day all bets are off, Your balance will be due.” From the moment the child is marked, He’s fated to a spectral clock. With every passing day, Another hour is lost. Tick, tock. From babe to boy and boy to man, They always forget the awful plan. But when the bell eventually tolls, It comes to dim their mortal souls. Unburdened by the passing time, Most children sleep right through the night. But others twist and turn and scream, For the demon stalks their every dream. Then come the heightened teenage years, Such a chaotic time as ever can be. With rages and passion and incessant talking, How could they hear the clock still tick tocking? Young men in their twenties all fire and bluster, Give nary a thought to fate. Still it waits, preening and grinning, Knowing full well time keeps on spinning. Now in their thirties life does slow down, Enough to finally hear the sound. The voice long forgotten, now gleefully bold. “We'll meet again soon, remember I told.” In the autumn of their forties, When the phantom doth arrive. It comes with nary a sliver of mercy, And then it claims its sweet prize. Soon, all those men will know true despair, A polka dot of shame they'll have to wear. A dark blighted circle fronting their jeans. And they'll cry to the heavens, "How can this be?" I shook and I squeezed with all of my might. But still, there it is, so plainly in sight. And now that we're here, you finally see, The Phantom Inch... is really just pee. For more timeless classics, follow me on Substack: substack.com/@liminalspacecr…

Spider-Noir is the best Marvel show ever. I guess they finally cracked the code on how to make magic again. The answer was simple. Remove the current Marvel Studios team from the process.

The dust bunnies are playing again.

I often feel that every moment of every day lasts a lifetime. But, if I take a step back, look at the whole shape of it, I can confidently say my entire life has passed in but a moment.

Always question AI. It makes errors constantly. It hallucinates conversations you've never had. It makes up references. It misinterprets even the slightest humanized prompt. And the scariest part is how certain it is that it's correct. Even when you show it the proof. The fact that AI is increasingly being incorporated into critical fields and infrastructure is terrifying to me. Skynet wasn't some advanced malevolent AI. It was Claude Code hallucinating an alternate reality at 3am after some poor sci-fi writer was brainstorming their next book 😅

The genie is already out of the bottle. I totally understand the moral argument against AI, I also understand the professional pushback against it. I just feel that the people taking the hard line against AI are too little too late. Right now, I feel like Tea Leoni standing on the beach watching a mile-high tsunami thunder towards me, while the doomsayers stand beside me, inflating rubber dinghies, and the AI evangelists are drinking the Kool-Aid and dancing with glee.

Time has a batting average of a thousand. Plan accordingly.

my canadian friends, do you actually like poutine or are we all just pretending?

🚨Claude is telling users to go to sleep mid-session, and nobody, including Anthropic, seems to fully understand why it keeps doing it.

If real life had a baseline grid it'd be much easier to align my Chakras.

She absolutely loves her mom!!🥰🧡