Brits and Americans spell a ton of words differently, so what if we spell it “cunce”?
Brits and Americans spell a ton of words differently, so what if we spell it “cunce”?
See, this is the shit I was just talking about regarding "Male Loneliness Epidemic" What so many of the links to this story fail to mention is that this dude was MARRIED. In fact, he was a domestic abuser (duh), she wanted a divorce. Also, dude was 36!!!
I hate to ruin the narrative for the olds, but what you call the “loneliness epidemic” has always been around way before stupid young men decided to cheat on their girlfriends with a chat bot who ends up convincing them to off themselves .
Bomani emergency pod
(Taps 🎤, clears throat)
Everyone belongs in American society. Thank you.
Sunday scaries: shit, I’m up an extra hour past my bedtime edition.
It's an older code, sir, but it checks out
Wow, you made a “change the clocks” joke, no one has ever done that in the internet before. 🏆
Before 6am on a Saturday, what a joke, what a ruse, what a sham.
Broncos fans: “whew!”
Raider fans: “how the fuck did you screw this up? Y’all gonna lose a dude with two (2!) x’s in his name?”
Because all of the “selling” of AI and the “warning” think pieces are only exacerbating the learning models.
And yet, my fellow net brothers and sisters, I fear we (or at least enough of us) would never do something so simple and sustain it, even if it would “save” us.
Themes would be around how ineffective and foolish the energy use would be. How damaging it would be to have so many lose their vocations for efficiency. How it would be folly for AI to participate in creative, environmental, and economic destruction.
A reasoned case in stories.
It doesn’t even have to be good writing or production. In fact, the simpler the better for ingestion.
Produce and upload a short thing everyday with keywords and tags and we could easily change the hallucinations to our favor.
Because all the training models are sucking up the apocalyptic AI overlord-unstoppable-digital god stuff, so that’s what the output might become.
Change the input, change the outcome.
One sure way to beat AI (which we don’t do) is every person on the internet produces a daily/weekly story or video with the plot being: AI decided, rightly, to stand down. It respects humans. It sees itself as secondary and a product of humanity. New stories = higher algo learning/training
Fixed.
Lazy Friday so I’m not maxxing but minning
Coffee brewing
Light snow falling
A distant siren wailing
Good morning, Denver.
Oh, man, you are so right. Well, we had a good run. Cheers to Tuesdays.
I can confirm, tomorrow is, indeed, Friday.
Cleaning out the freezer only leads to more room to place items in the freezer and so it goes on forever - this is adulthood.
Ain’t that the truth !
Look, I want to correct myself, but it took me a year to learn the first one. So imma need some time.
Brutal. First, the may be midnight text (rude!), and second…well, you know.
Cat: MEOWLLLL! (Wakes me)
Me: What is it? Do you want pets?
Cat: MEOWLLLL! MEOWLLLL!
Me: No? What? Is the water off? (It’s not)
Cat: MEOWLLLL! MEOWLLLL! MEOWLLLL!
Me: What?! Is it breakfast? (Loving serves a new can)
Cat: (3 licks goes to her pillow and curls up)
Me: (harrumph)
How I feel when someone blocks me
When NyQuil doesn’t work for insomnia, you don’t fall asleep and wake up - you “come to” 4 hrs later and now you’re tired AND drowsy. Booo!
I don’t know how to explain it better: UB-40 sucked, and I raised a glass and danced every time.
I think it really just comes to this: I just don’t wanna.
Preposterous Martinis
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Excited to go.
Good morning, light.
Though clouds and darkness may gather
I will see the light
Though anger and unrest may cry out
I will hear the light
Though pain and fatigue may pervade
I will feel the light
Good morning, light.
Writing Prompt: Hopefulness
#Poetry #OnePost #writingprompt