No. They were, universally, the dumbest mother fuckers on campus. I had to take a computers & networking class to satisfy some arcane requirement and it was mostly business majors. The teacher had some easy multiplication problem on one of the tests and they were all wandering around the halls afterwards moaning about how hard the test was and comparing the answers they got.
Oh sure. AI tells a guy how to stalk people, but when I try to draw up a business plan for my VR simulation of getting railed by an orca it shuts me down immediately.
She caught a shot of a lady reaching between my legs to get a bag of chips today, and I’m ultra skeeved. Ruined my whole fucking day.
Turn around, make eye contact. "Before I move, anything else you need while I'm here? No? Just wanted to make sure." It doesn't just have to be awkward for you.
In April Supreme Court ruling in the United Kingdom, funded in large part by anti-trans activist J.K. Rowling, overturned equal rights and protections for trans women under the Equality Act (2010)
And this is why I read Tiffany Aching to my daughter, not Harry Potter.
Here's a fun game: ask gemini to accurately represent all digits in the largest number possible with a 64-bit float. So far I've gotten 0,000 and a 65,013-digit number that's mostly zeroes.
That's why I always flip my keys off and call them a motherfucker when I put them down somewhere.
Ok, not really. But the real story is negative enough that it probably qualifies. I locked myself out of my college apartment and had to wake the building manager up to get a spare key. She was super pissed and I really didn't want to go back there to drop the key off. Later that morning I ran into her husband in my statics class and just handed him the key. "Hey, you're already going back there so you should just take it now."
He gave me the dirtiest look and a couple days later I saw him moving some boxes out of the apartment. I didn't really process it until two weeks later, when I was out mountain biking with my Russian buddy and caught husband and another girl making out on the trail.
Yeah. Apparently she'd caught him cheating and I accidentally made him go back to her apartment and probably get screamed at more. I mean he deserved it, but I felt so awkward and weird about the while situation. So yeah, that was emotionally charged enough that I force myself to always know where my keys are.
I mostly lurk in here, but I got my official diagnosis this week. Autism + both flavors of ADHD. It explains a lot. Dunno if I feel any differently, but I've got a therapist now.
I fired my last one because every time we'd get close to a breakthrough he'd say something like "so you don't need to be stressed" or "tell your inner monologue to fuck off" and I'd just stare at him. Gee, that's easy. Why didn't I think of that? Don't be so stressed? Tell the voice in my head to fuck off? You're well worth the small fortune I'm shelling out every month.
The new therapist has largely been explaining how the autism makes me want routine and the ADHD wants to blow up all routine and be chaotic and I end up stressing myself before I do anything productive. Then plans change and my tightly-wound chaos arc fails and I crash hard. So right away, 100% better than talk therapy guy.
I'm still processing it. The ADHD is a surprise. We'll see if i can develop some good coping strategies instead of the many bad ones I've picked up over the years.
1.) A convoluted way to search for sources about a thing I know nothing about. I looked up how property deeds work and gemini gave me a rough summary and enough links to actually find out what I needed to know. For anything I do know about, just plain google suffices.
Last night I got Gemini to give me steps to summon the ghost of Michael Dukakis, despite the fact that he's still alive.