

Don’t forget the body count!


Don’t forget the body count!


I see. Well I’m absolutely not here to kink-shame. You do whatever you want to do with…that then.
Yup. My takeaway is that Claude has a lot of self-hate and unresolved personal issues.


Or free money. Take the wager! Why don’t you fine folk both put your money where your sermingly-confidently-omniscient mouths are?
Ballmer dripping with sweat and screaming did wonders in the “taking eyes off Bill” department.


What a silly thing to say and think.
Is there some weird correlation between better morality and more money in your head?
Why aren’t the billionaires paragons of virtue then?


Yep thanks, picked up on that, so was my reply. Whoosh, I guess.


With my hands.


It is an most joyful occasion for gaiety…


Or, the internet, the same medium upon which the noisome roots of social media depend, has some induced self-selection bias for increasing connectivity. It’s basically behaving like a weird superorganism and advocating for conditions to make it grow. At, I might add, the expense of the host species.
I don’t want to sound like a dick
Awww why not? Be true to your deepest, most innerest self, man. It sucks when people just don’t embrace what they are. You got this.
Also: whoopsie too late.
“and what rough beast, it’s hour come at last, slouches towards Mara Lago to shoot itself out of a leathery, Botox injected cunt to be born.”


And 2 pariah states with legacies they will never outlive.


I want to make this perfectly clear. “You wanna make a bet?” died in fucking elementary school for me. Like it should for every mature, sane human. Gambling is for, and done by, the most immature, underdeveloped losers in our society. I’ve never once met someone who went to a casino and told me about that I didn’t instantly lose a measureable amount of respect for. I would have absolutely no qualms about levelling every casino on the planet and forcing the property owners to donate the land to public park space.
You are not “winners with no winnings”. You are losers.
The fact that it is growing in popularity and we now have douche canoes on polymarket every second commercial just tells me we’re devolving.


I, too, sense a rising anti-intellectualism in today’s world in general. Just the other day some guy came by my place asking to “read the gas meter”. Whatever happened to the classics?!


This. I’m fine with auto complete, snippets and llm suggestions. But I still need to read and review and, critically, comphrend the code. I always review it’s work, and most often make changes that I know are better practices.


For some reason your comment reminded me of that ol’ Tim Robinson ditty.
The skeletons will pull your hair. Up, but not out.
Also wouldn’t his hair be like… permanently greasy? The only guy who’s hair might be worse (other than trump but that’s not hair as much as it is a region of spacetime that has a few more ppm of alpha helix protein than the hard vacuum) is Nutlick now that he has that gangsta-ass mullet.


Is it worth chiming in that I’ve personally never seen any image or facsimile of that thing that is in any way, shape, or form flattering to the subject matter? If I was making a catalogue of “shammies one would wash one’s car with” its complexion might make an appearance in the appendix but otherwise nah. No redeeming value from a photographic stance, or, frankly, from any other point of view really.
He’s not much good to humanity alive.
It must be due to the groundswell of grass roots support from the local communities where they’re trying to build them. I hear simply everyone wants one in their neighborhood, because it was just too peaceful, quiet and power was so cheap, the electric was literally leaking out of the outlets and staining the rugs.