We have all these new video conferencing systems and not a single one that can finish a call and then put a big “END TRANSMISSION” on the screen with some kind of friendly but subtly ominous logo
(Anxiously sitting in airport terminal) “come on, come on…” (checks watch yet again) “when are they finally going to announce—“ (speaker crackles to life) “THE USO IS LOCATED IN TERMINAL B AT GATE 9…” (leaps from seat) “FINALLY!! I HAD NO OTHER WAY OF LEARNING THIS INFORMATION”
People will tell you things like lol that's impressive, maybe don't eat so much, looks like you've had enough, you ate the last ones out of the box, no we don't have another box of Cheezits, let go of me, I don't have any more hidden in my pants, what's the matter with you, Jesus where's your self respect — and that's when you know: the upper jig has turned
John Burwell aka deet shared 22 days ago
If the internet ever goes away I’m willing to hand write and mail my posts to each of you
Well that’s enough looking at my phone in bed for today. Time to go look at my phone on the toilet and then go look at my phone over a bite to eat
Anybody wanna get on the internet tonight? I heard there's a new site
What LLMs lack is the unspoken, unwritten knowledge of experience. It's getting better at emulating reasoning ("I see you mentioned X and Y, likely therefore you must be Z") and inferring things based on Reddit threads ("Others who did X and Y also did Z, would you like me to do that also?"), but the semblance of comprehension is still just out of reach for anything that isn't likely to have been scraped from the web or written literature. It's never going to give you the knowing look of someone who's been where you are before. It's never going to think to itself, sure I could give this human the answer, but I know some lessons are only learned by experience. It can tell where you're going only if someone else has written about going there, but it cannot tell where you're going because it has ever been there itself.
It's like thinking you know how to drive because you read every driving course, the laws around driving, and all the car manuals ever published, despite never having been behind a wheel.
Artificial knowledge, I suppose, and maybe artificial intelligence, whatever that might mean, but not so much artificial wisdom
Any technology, sufficiently sautéed with flour and oil, is indistinguishable from gravy
All of human culinary history can be told in the stories of struggle — the desperate quest of each new recipe — to find any meal of bread and cheese with sauce not unworthwhile to eat without ranch dressing
It's all fun and games until something wants to build OpenSSL from source
I want to configure my Cisco 2520 for #GlobalTalk … I see some have done it… anyone have notes? Thanks!
The new Siri has the voice of a late night local radio ad for a strip club
Or at least at this hour she does
Daypart-aware Siri voice?
Gets all sultry at night. Like, “Mmmmh, some accessories in the kitchen did not respondddddddd” and “I’m having trouble with my Internet connection… could you get it back up for me?”
Science tells us that any retrieval of a cup of coffee in proximity to a tiny pastry precipitates a tiny pastry in the coffee-retriever's mouth
If everyone is Chris, then nobody is
“How’s it going at school?” Dabney pauses. He reads the kid’s face in a moment of warm, understanding silence. “Look, kid, it’s been rough. After I get home from work, we can talk about it, just you and me.” He lays his hand on the kid’s shoulder, with a soft, reassuring squeeze. “Come on, champ. It’s time to go. Finish up your gravy”
The ghost of Dabney Coleman appears to give you earnest, worldly advice from The Great Beyond. He calls you “kid” and “champ.” He’s on the lookout for ghost communists
Cool new anti pattern at Nextdoor: provide three opt-out switches for each of dozens of notification options, but don’t offer an “unsubscribe from all” option until you try to delete your account. Serious innovation right there. “Fuck you, customer! I mean, don’t leave me, I can change! I promise!”
The Atlantic, this is a story for another time.
Fucking hell, I wish I could give a shit about LED CRI this week.
Drunkenly slapping your own drink out of your own hand is a game of SKILL, NOT chance
And is therefore suitable for wagering