Well, for very repetitive tasks we have computers/scripts/programs.
LLMs are fairly good at assisting the somewhat competent user to make said scripts/programs, and helping to monitor them. But they are not the best tool for every job, and certainly not the most efficient in resources.
Boomer acting like a GenX, in a Gen Z meme!? Whatever.
Called the plumber, but he is being held by ICE, allegedly. No way to know for sure.
The ones that “know” (theydon’t believe talking points, but still repeat them because they know the game), well they know the “deep state” MAGA is/was after were the civil servants dedicated to the rule of law over partisan political loyalty, and/or simple self gratification (bribe/blackmail vulnerable).
So they got them out.
I may have been somewhat inTOXICated myself when watching it, but as a fan of camp / old scifi I found it entertaining, hard to re capture the true raw nonsense of the original, but it’s a modern remake…
Schlock and awe.
Just saw that documentary about Janitors stating Peter Dinklage.
The film is, at its core, about the erasure of invisible labor. A man whose name is never spoken on camera, whose body is disposed of like the waste he handled, whose only tool is a mop.
The mutation, the green skin, the mop-wielding violence, that’s subtext. It’s the film’s way of saying: this is what happens when a janitor is finally seen. The corporate villain, the band, the hostage rescue, the serum, all of it is just the set dressing of a workplace where the person on the floor is the only one who actually keeps things running, and the company’s answer to that is a waste pit.
(Just kidding, it’s a hilarious gorefest)
"I like my beer cold, my TV loud, and my homosexuals flaming!
That’s just an extreme close up of the aforementioned tiddy.
Baked Beans are back and still want your business.
Someone should ask an LLM to explain it.
That depends are you the kind of gay that finds chips nose “distasteful and/or unnecessary” or the kind of gay that kind of wants to lick it?
No epi-ladies, only warriors!
New dog whistle unlocked.
Yeah. When I can’t do something on Linux, or something breaks, I may have to figure out how to fix it, but most of the time it’s less painful to fix than just trying to do basic stuff on windows and getting paywalled/adspammed/stuck in some kind of error hell you can’t fix even if you know what’s wrong.
My windows dual boot rig gets progressively less use on the W11 boot over the last year. I may move it to an even smaller SSD… It only exists to run a few programs.
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It’s the equivalent of: “I got rolling papers, any body got any weed?”
True slacker energy.
When did the majority start voting at all?
Fun facts: (AKA explain the joke, making it less funny to some, but more funny to me)
Special K is also slang for ketamine, a drug popular with some high profile oligarchs and other elites.
So the “K” in K-shaped economy (wealth divergence) and the “K” in Special K (ketamine) land on the same social group *the ultra-wealthy on the top arm of the K * making the letter a convenient pun for commentary on inequality and privilege.
I’m limping along with one surviving 10tb, it’s twin mirror is dead. All non media data is backed up across smaller drives that still have pools/mirrors, but TB* of media is living on the edge untill something changes.
Edit, T not G
I stopped most fast food years ago. It’s basically only an option in the rare situation that I need food “fast” and wont be home to eat it, and even then I avoid them more and more.
If I’m going home, I’ll order delivery or take out from a real restaurant. More-better food for same-less money.
That’s not even considering that I meal prep and cook at home even more, but even what little bit I still want to not cook myself… It’s not going to be restaurant prices for worse food.
Super War-Luigi got too close. More of that would go a long way.
Wow! A Casino! We should all take a holiday!
Holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
You’re a star-belly sneech, you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well, you’ll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son
What you need, my son
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot