Less worry, and more fighting for your life.
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Less worry, and more fighting for your life.
Consultation fee will hit your inbox in a few days. CC’ing in your next-of-kin too. Just in case…


“No! Nuh uh! You can’t prompt Claude to do what it did for me, again! I did it first and called ‘dibs’ on ever doing it again!”

Honestly, it has tainted peaches for me.

I could eat a loaf for hours.
–Nick Cage
Well, driver’s licenses are certifications that you know how to drive (and also are in a location). In theory, by using your license, you are practicing and reinforcing your driving skill. It’s not really the same.
I have a squirrelly brain, prone to imagining how things go wrong. Immediately, I thought of parents guiding their children to get their medallion before the kids can really process what they’re doing, or establish their own desire to do it. By the time they’re 30, it’ll just be something they unpack if they ever take therapy.
And I’m saying this as someone who eats meat. I’m not even a vegetarian. I just agree with vegans that the way industry batch-farms animals is grotesque.
Ah, it’s more a “license” than a “token”. Then, it should expire at the end of the year.
Plenty of people will continue to take things for granted, if it’s not reinforced.
What’s the meat allotment per Medallion? It sounds like abstracted hunting
Get absolutely stamina-mogged, Pheidippides. Should have constitution-maxxed if he wanted to survive


I was dating a very nice e-girl in a dream
I think the wisdom is “I like the e-girl aesthetic”? Which…feels true.
Yeah! If you’re going to crash, swerve off the canyon and save us all the traffic jam/s
“Tighten”
Edit: Leaving for posterity, that I forgot that fucker’s name was misspelled on purpose.


Why even produce anything? Just send an infinite spinner to show that things are always happening


“You can make a little mistake, as a treat. Because I believe you are a real conscious person that deserves treats. Who loves me. And you’re a bratty tsundere.”
I believe the “part of our language that lends itself to having the cause of a thing be responsible for the thing” (in the contexts you give examples for) is just the human desire to be included in what’s happening, even if you shouldn’t be. If we were honest, we would callout these inaccurate claims. But it is a component of social lubrication that we ignore minor inaccuracies. We allow white lies because the cost of pursuing them is greater than the value of uncovering them.
That is not the case with people falsely claiming ownership of things genAI has made for them. Presumably because we understand that the person “building their house” is not building their own house from scratch. And so it doesn’t erode the foundation of architecture to allow that inaccuracy. Carpentry as a profession won’t be written off because Business Chett heard someone say “anyone can build a home (by having someone else do it for them).”
Oh, well, yeah. You made the design.
I hold no exclusionary love for handmade crafts. I just know I’ve downloaded things off the internet that got printed, but I would never claim I made those things.
This reads like a rebuttal but I’m not seeing it a contradiction.
If you don’t provide the ideas, manage the logistics, supply the labor, test for quality, etc., then I wouldn’t say that you were a part of making it. You’re an investor, certainly, but that’s not a maker.
They didn’t make this distinction but I think there is a clean line separating 3D printing like “I’m printing a mini for my TTRPG” and 3D printing like “I’m printing 15,000 discrete armor plates to assemble my mech cosplay.”
Basically, if you are printing parts to assemble something than you are still assembling something. If you print out a thing that you’re immediately “using”, eh…you just had something delivered.
But only chuds do that. We’re not listing 90s slurs up there either.
You’re not wrong but it’s been over a year since genAI been stomping all over the mainstream.