Studies have statistically shown that there’s less chance of an incident if you do it at the end of the week.

Only the important ones.

Doritos hands touch my dick all the time…

Pegging isn’t a replacement for a prostate exam any more than getting punched in the tit is a mammogram, despite the similar sensation. Get your butt (and your boobs) checked.

Sounds like a marimba when you get to the bendy bit.

And then he shoved a bunch of pennies up his ass.

I fucking love that line so much.

I enjoy the subtle throwback in the sequel where Malcolm says, “What is this, some kind of Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World?”

This guy is my fuckin’ hero. His responses to this whole thing are fucking great.

As if the world hasn’t collectively had its head up it’s ass recently…

Definitely have to make sure to get “AI” in the title for maximum fear mongering.

This is my kind of shoulder cat.

Full. Full resolution. That’s the only option. And for fuck’s sake, let’s get apple on board with images and video, too.

Tuesday is going to be fucking ugly. Wednesday is going to be worse.

Link will stab Chase with something, and then all of the workplace complaints will surface.

The British philosopher R G Collingwood noticed that the painter doesn’t invent painting, and the musician doesn’t invent the musical culture in which they find themselves. And for Collingwood this served to show that no person is fully autonomous, a God-like fount of creativity; we are always to some degree recyclers and samplers and, at our best, participants in something larger than ourselves.

But this should not be taken to show that we become what we are (painters, musicians, speakers) by doing what, for example, LLMs do – ie, merely by getting trained up on large data sets. Humans aren’t trained up. We have experience. We learn.

This is what happens when people try to apply philosophy to science. They get romantic and egotistical. “Oh, humanity, will your wondrous powers of learning ever be duplicated? Not by brutish machines, I daresay. They only do what they are told and learn what is given to them.”

Ohhhh boy. Don’t fuck with the space program.

If I go to a concert and the headliner is over an hour late, I’m leaving. No fucking way I’d wait 3 hours for some tangerine colored ape to throw feces at me.

And it slaps eternally.

Truly, sometimes the simplest explanation is the truest.