Every single company pouring money into the incinerator is positive they’ll be the one to crack actually useful AI or even actual GAI.
Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.
Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.
Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.
Every single company pouring money into the incinerator is positive they’ll be the one to crack actually useful AI or even actual GAI.
Literally doing so right now.
Sorry I failed my solidarity test, Luigi.
Tiocfaidh ár lá!
taH pagh taHbe’!
Oooh, nice interrobang.
I’m hoping for hamster-sized dragon.
Not all of us can live on Hysperia.
Okay but like… If I only have a pile like… A foot tall…
Will the dragon be hamster sized, Chihuahua sized, great Pyrenees size, or bear size?
Cause depending on the answer, I have some saving to do…
Step 1: block archiebot
Step 2: enjoy about 75% reduced spam
V’Ger? ominous noises in the background
Who said she’s not also an atheist? The woman was just outside the mall crying, the person who “found $200” is the one who is praising a god.
As someone who has moved several free pianos and now tells people I will drive it but loading and unloading is on them…
They all sound like complete shit.
The piano is free, making it sound good isn’t.
But then, most people just have a piano for decoration.
… Dodging?
Is that some kind of move weaklings make when they can’t take a hit?
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Clearly they never spoke to Bobby Tables.
Even when nobody mentions you, you still show up to let everyone know…
I believe it’s properly pronounced “Brock ‘THE RAPIST’ Turner”
surely they’ll follow up with investments into US-produced solar equipment to boost the economy and bring prices down to competitive levels, right?
… Right?
I see their junk at every thrift store and flea market in Ohio.
I legitimately thought they went out of business.
My condolences to your ears and temporal lobe.
Any time my father brings up stuff like this, I remind him that he and his brothers drove their car onto a frozen lake and almost broke through the ice, and more than once they bought tennis balls, soaked them in gasoline, and threw them at each other with welding gloves.
I know for a fact that he and his brothers did tons of dumb shit, and I won’t let him forget it even if he finds it convenient when comparing generations.