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Tons of people are asking me to care. They say that I’m not a good citizen if I don’t pay attention to the news, even if it upsets me.
“If you’re not angry you haven’t been paying attention.”
I don’t know what’s worse: This or Goldman Sachs endorsing her.
I hate how politics makes these jerks my bedfellows.
Plus getting upset about this shit is fucking exhausting.
Arrival with Amy Adams because people would insist on using AI to translate the alien language.
It would end up like Mars Attacks where the translator thinks they're peaceful
Yeah, that too.
"To summarize the summary of the summary: People are a problem."
Politicians will always disappoint you. There will always be things left undone, done poorly, or done in a way you disagree with. Everybody needs to get used to this and learn we vote for the least bad, not the most good.
You post bean memes for the ladies.
I post bean memes ferda boys.
We are not the same.
We'd need a wide range of rich people munitions if we wanted to fight a war. Armor-piercing rich people, incendiary rich people, cluster rich people, high-explosive rich people. It'll be quite the endeavor.
I didn't take it and I still had guys showing up at my door, calling me, and in one case a Marine recruiter ran two blocks to talk to me.
That may have been location dependent. In the my school in the 90s it was optional. I didn't take it because I didn't want more recruiters calling me, so I'll always be curious at how I'd have done.
If they could feel shame they wouldn't have assaulted someone at Arlington National Cemetary
Wavecore sounds like cottagecore but for 50s-60s surfer culture.
To put it another way: If they were shooting up board rooms instead of classrooms we’d have gun control yesterday.
So this is a press release, meant to be consumed by interns in a news room to stitch into a barely read story on a news site.
But reading between the lines, this is $7.3 billion going to improve the grid for a bunch of rural electricity cooperatives, which is pretty great. Moving the energy generated around is a big problem, especially when some weird hippie moves in and puts a ton of solar panels down hoping to sell energy back to the grid.
(It’s me. I’m the weird hippie. Hopefully, someday.)
The only way he stops this is if a bunch of hipsters go there ironically to have the worst time ever.
AIs are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
AIs are marvellous. They cause marvels.
AIs are fantastic. They create fantasies.
AIs are glamorous. They project glamour.
AIs are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
AIs are terrific. They beget terror.
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.
No one ever said AIs are nice.
AIs are bad.
> Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention > > I'm about to sing your song, son
> Well, I'm not a man appointed judge > > To bear ill will and hold a grudge > > But I think it's time I said me a few choice words > > All about that demon automobile > > A metal box with the Polyglas wheel > > The end result of the dream of Henry Ford
> Well, I've got a car that's mine alone > > That me and the finance company own > > A ready-made pile of manufactured grief > > And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain > > I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane > > I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
> Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam > > That makes me the bitter fool I am > > But this four-wheel buggy is a-dollarin' me to death > > For gas and oils and fluids and grease > > And wires and tires and antifreeze > > And them accessories, well, honey, that's something else
> Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color TV > > Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats > > And just pay once a month, like you do your rent > > Well, I figured it up and over a period of time > > This four-thousand dollar car of mine > > Costs fourteen thousand dollars > > And ninety-nine cents
> Well, now, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford what have you done?
> Now the average American father and mother > > Own one whole car and half another > > And I bet that half a car is a trick to drive, don't you? > > But the thing that amazes me, I guess > > Is the way we measure a man's success > > By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
> Well, now, red light, green light, traffic cop > > Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop > > Get out the credit card, honey, we're out of gas > > Well, now, all the cars placed end to end > > Would reach to the moon and back again > > And there'd probably be some poor fool who'd pull out to pass
> Well, now, how I yearn for the good old days > > Without that carbon dioxide haze > > A-hanging over the roar of the interstate > > Well, if the Lord that made the moon and the stars > > Would have meant for me and you to have cars > > He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space
> Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
> Come away with me, Lucille > > In my smoking, choking automobile