1. You’re bad a being a troll.
2. Googling it doesn’t actually produce an answer that makes any fucking sense of this “joke”.
3. Same energy as those idiots that answer “I don’t know” when Amazon asks them to help review a product.

Why immediately shame the guys choosing the unicorn as the weird guys? And add in a little homophobia to boot? That is exactly the problem with defining gender stereotypes based on sex at birth. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a boy wanting to dig a terrifying and deadly fae creature with a fucking sword on its face from the heart of a dead giant. There is also nothing wrong with a boy wanting to dig a majestic pony from out of a pink heart shaped cocoon.

You’re the one perverting this into something about grown men having fantasies about fucking horses. We all know bronies exist and their tastes may not be for everyone, but that’s a poor excuse for this brand of cringe hate mongering.

Well, it seems that every time a search engine’s AI gives me a definitive and wordy “answer” to a question I search and provides a helpful citation of the page from which it got that answer, it is ALWAYS just a completely hallucinated answer that the cited page in no way supports. This isn’t just hyperbole, this has been my experience with every single search engine AI summary

And I find myself having to go back and fix the autocorrect that my phone keyboard “helpfully” makes with increasing frequency. It used to be that autocorrect would just fix a typo when I’d obviously typed gibberish because I missed a key. But now, it is regularly replacing entire words that I’ve typed completely correctly with some other word that makes absolutely no sense.

I’m all for some specific uses of AI. Things like speech to text or images to text? Sure that’s a great use. But when it comes to research, writing, or spreadsheets, AI tools just need to shut up and stay the fuck out of my way. I’m becoming convinced a little more everyday that anyone using AI to summarize articles or search results is a complete moron and shouldn’t be trusted.

Calling a Ruby Tuesday’s a restaurant is kind of like me calling myself a carpenter because I’ve assembled a few pieces of Ikea furniture. It’s basically sit down fast food with a liquor license.

I have 2 editions of The Gunslinger because Stephen King revised some parts to fit better with the remaining novels. The Gunslinger is a very early work and it shows. I’ve read the first 3 books of the dark tower series at least twice. Last time through the series, after King “completed” it, I started with the original The Gunslinger and ended the series with the revised edition. The differences are relatively minor and, although I am generally a fan of his, I prefer the rough edges of the original. Reading the original first and the revised edition last felt more like a conclusion and coming full circle than the final book ever could have. Despite the differences, they still feel like the same book to me.

Tech company surveillance and data collection is government surveillance and data collection.

Same energy as:

You know, I can eat a peach for hours.

Could be

Clarissa Explains It All maybe?

I guess we’ll all find out exactly what that loophole is soon enough.

If the sight of living human bodies in any state of dress or undress makes you uncomfortable, maybe that’s more your problem than theirs. Your line of etiquette logic is so easily manipulated to abuse and de-humanize people that I can’t help but see it as anything but a tool of (usually misogynistic) violence.

Dead or damaged media can repurposed and sold as an new thing. Art and craft items using old vinyl, cassettes, floppy disks, etc. as a medium to create something new is growing in popularity too. If you can find someone making that kind of art at a show, I’m sure some kind of mutually beneficial arrangement could be made so that you both can profit off that dead media.

I’ve made these movies a collection on my Plex/Jellyfin server. There’s also The Rundown and Journey 2: The Mysterious Island.

This is way too coherent.

Cab Calloway was a legendary band leader in his own right, far beyond his minor role in a Saturday Night Live sketch turned cult classic. His picture belongs in the encyclopedia for skat.

The band was playing a bunch of songs before the brothers arrived, the brothers just performed the “last two songs”. We see Cab Calloway warming up the crowd with one of those other songs. It was all for a good cause and I’m sure the outlaw nature of the duo was no surprise to anyone. We as the audience are “in on it”, seems safe to assume the on-screen audience is kind of “in on it too”. “Orange whip? Orange whip? … Three orange whips.”

It’s probably like getting a rescue breath from a blue whale.

As if that stops police from using it to target randos or prosecutors from using it in court. The executive branch REALLY loves its junk science.

What is good natured about this?

You’re a bully. I hope you find some non-toxic relationships someday.